Betty's Reunion Story

Chapter Three- Being Crazy

Chapter Three- Being Crazy

Shopping. Something that I’ve dreaded when I am shopping with either my mom or my best friend,Nicole. It’s just that they seem to have a gravity like attraction towards pink goods.be it a gadget or a t-shirt, they always go for the baby pink. I’ve seen the color so many times that it radiates some harmful radiation that immediately I am made to grimace.

There are only three types of categories of clothes from my point of view.

Category number 1: gowns, balldresses, anything that comes with puffy sleeves or sleeves that go rolling over the floor (if you haven’t seen dresses like that, I recommend you to visit the Meryton’s yearly prom) and stuff with skirts. Anything pink belongs to this category.

Category number 2: tank tops,shorts,bikinis,dresses tracing over knee level, muffin tops and anything that our high school girls wear on a daily basis irrespective of the size and fitting belongs to this category.

Category number3: sleeve less tops, rippedjeans, shirts and baggy pants. Sweat shirts included.

I belong to category three. But when situations need drastic actions and decisions, I enter the category two. But the first just makes me cry my eyes out. When I was a kid, my mom had the very bad habit of compelling me to wear frocks which remind me of the bushes and shrubs in our play ground because both scrub and itch our skin and take me to tea parties.

The very mention of tea parties is enough to make me gag and die. But my mom learnt her lesson when I was aged five, I had stripped down to just my underwear when she forced me to wear the princess Leia frock before notable audience.

Don’t worry, I wasn’t embarrassed unlike my mother. And ever since then, I wore what I wanted. The reason I was ranting and boring you about all this is because half a metre to my right are the two said culprits planning out the biggest shopping list of the century. The brochures arrived today morning and so did our passes. Just when you are looking for a very important element that’s missing in the picture that is no one other than my beloved best friend Kevin Carter, he is throwing up in my bathroom.

My mother had betted us yesterday we would get sick if we ate that much at Harrison’s. And it came true at least for Kevin. My mom had given me ‘I told you’ victory smile before helping Kevin out of the bed and into the bathroom while I stayed a safe distance away from the guy who destroyed my new bed covers. The sheer amount of kindness and affection my mother shows when betting that simply bewilders me.

“What’s the resort name?”  I asked in a bored tone. I was sitting in an awkward position on the plush chair. The position actually played along the lines lying down and sitting down with my legs in a higher magnitude than my head. But did I get an answer?

Nope other than a muffled puking noise coming from the bathroom making me chuckle. Stole my cherries, didn’t you Kevin? You deserve that.

Bored to such anextent, I decided to poke between the two women who were discussing the issue that’s of national importance. Buying the yellow daisy patterned shoe wear they had seen one week back.  “Earth of you both”  I yelled at their ears.my mom and Nicole wheeled back.  “What?” they shouted.

“I asked you what was the name of the resort we are going to.”  I stated stealing a glance at the long yellow list with names of accessories that I’ve never tried and some that I never knew existed.do they really need to prepare this…

“I need you to show some care and check the brochures by yourself”  my mom said not even glancing in my direction.  “Also, Vanessa sent me some e-mails of the resort. Check it out, you all are going to drool the buckets full”