Love Deprived

Chapter 6

Wysteria's P.O.V
I get up at 9:00, stretching on my bed as I slowly get up. I open my door and walk the two steps to my bathroom. When I get out, I see that my mom is out in the living room, watching one of her craft shows. I slowly walk into the living room, yawning as I sit down on the couch.
"Did you sleep well?" she asks.
"Eh I slept okay, I guess," I said. I look around the room, avoiding my moms eyes. I honestly don't know why I did, it just didn't feel right to look at her, like I would be doing something wrong if I did. I don't know what to do, who I should be around her. I mean what's the point of being around someone if all you do is piss them off. That's what it feels like when I am around her. Not only that, but I'm jealous of my own mother because of her perfect love life. She has an amazing boyfriend named Kent and he is funny, a hard worker, tall, and handsome. I mean he's perfect. And then there's me.
My love life sucks. Honestly, I can't say I blame the guys. I mean, what could they possibly see in me? besides the fact that I'm smart, that's really the only good thing about me. I don't consider myself pretty, or tall, or fashionable, or sporty. I'm just... me. And even though people have tried to tell me differently, I still find it hard to believe. The only people I even remotely believe are Bluebell and Kendrick, even though he won't say anything to me directly.
I travel to the kitchen, opening the fridge and then the freezer. I settle for chocolate chip waffles, pulling them out of the box in the freezer. I plug in the toaster, put my waffles in, and wait. As I lean into the counter, I think about the last day of school, which is on Tuesday the 27th. Today is saturday, the 24th. My mom is working at the fabric store until 10:00 at night so it's gonna be a long day.
The toaster timer dings, letting me know my breakfast was ready. I grab the waffles in my hand and come back to the couch, nibbling on them while watching my mom smile with every text that she got from Kent. I glare at her and roll my eyes. When I finish my waffles, I crawl towards the computer, searching for something to watch on Netflix.
"What are you doing?" my mom asks.
"Umm I'm searching for something to watch," I said. She looks at me and then smiles. "What?" I ask.
"Oh nothing, it's just... I can't believe your last day of school is on tuesday," she says, looking back to the screen. "So what do you want to watch? Switched at Birth? Greys? oh or maybe the Good Wife!" she says excitedly.
"Let's watch Switched at Birth," I said pulling it up on the computer. After about 4 hours, my mom made us lunch and then got ready for work. After she got dressed she went over the things I had to do, the rules, etc. When she leaves I choose a different show watching and working at the same time. Eventually I drift off to sleep, dreaming about summer, friends, Kendrick, along with other things. By the time my mom gets home, I am still on the floor, with a whole tv series finished and a whole bag of chips on the floor, half of the bag empty. Sunday pretty much goes the same way, except that I watch a different show and I read a little more too. Monday is also pretty much the same, except for the fact that I break a mirror. It's Tuesday that gets exciting...