An Untold Secret

Chapter 7

   Today's the day, the day where I will find out who wins. I've been so nervous these past few days. This could be so big for me. Where I can start getting my artwork art there. If I win they will hang my piece next to all the other amazing pieces. Generations after me will come in for their contest and see it hanging up on the wall. Now, that's only if I win. I don't want to get my hopes up too much, but I think I already did. Like I say, a girl can dream.

   "Becca?"

   I snap out of my dream world too see mom waving her hand in front of my face, and a worried expression. "Sorry, mom I was kinda out of it."

   "Oh, I know that. Where were you in that big head of yours?"

   "Gee thanks for pointing out that I have a big head."

   "You know what I mean. So, what were you thinking about?" She hands me a cup of orange juice and a bowl of cereal. I got up a little early so I could have breakfast with her. That and I hardly got any sleep.

   "I was just thinking about the contest."

   "Oh, that's today isn't it."

   "Like you didn't know," I retort.

   "Of course I know, you haven't stopped talking about it since you turned your painting in." I threw a balled up napkin at her, mostly aiming for her face. As planned, it smacks her right in the face and falls down in her coffee.

   "Rebecca!" She screeches while jumping away from the coffee that was splashing over her mug. "Girl, what did I ever do to you?"

   "I have not talked about it the whole time!"

   "Right, you don't say anything about it when you're sleeping. That's when I get some peace and quiet."

   "You're so nice, mom."

   "Why, thank you, baby. That's wonderful of you to say," she smirks. I don't say anything, but I help her with cleaning and putting the dishes away.

   "Do you need me to take you to school?" She asks while grabbing her purse and keys from the table by the door.

   "No, Rachel and Amelia are going to pick me up and take me. They should be here soon."

   "Alright sweetie," she kisses the top of my head. "I'm really glad you've made some friends here. I think we might be able to stay here for good."

   "Really?" I smile, "that's great mom!"

   "Yeah, I've cleaned up a bit, I'm making decent money, and besides you're about to graduate. You'll go to college somewhere and on holidays and weekends if you're not too far away you have a place to come back too. A place you can actually call home." I give her a hug before she leaves.

   "Thanks, mom and I do like it here. It may be a small town, but it's cozy."

   "I'm glad you think that. Well, have fun, and after school, you should run by the restaurant, and tell me the good news."

   "Good news? I may not even win."

   "You're my daughter; I know you'll win with your talent. No matter what happens, though, I'll be very proud of you."

   "Thanks," I say. She shuts the door, and I hear as she starts the car and drives away. I turn around and put on denim shorts, a white tank top, and a black and white plaid shirt as a light jacket. If I win I want to look good, and not like I just rolled out of bed.

   As I grab my book bag I hear tires roll up and the sound of a horn. I close the front door and rush down the stairs. This would be a really bad time if these old stairs broke. I don't need anything bad going on today. I want a smooth and pleasant day. I hop in the back seat of the car, and Amelia drives off.