"Why? Is it because I'm so good looking, you don't trust yourself alone with me?" He smirks.
"Wow, So you have a bad grasp on Literature and reality?" I Feign, yet with an embarrassed smile on my face.
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Nights are not my favourite. They creep me the hell out. So does holding a conversation with a boy. I sometimes feel I wasn't designed to hold any conversation with them or even share a smile. It's either I offend them or just give them the silent treatment.
That's who I am and a boy would have to work really hard to change the attitude.
Wait, what am I saying?
No boy in this town or world would ever see me with a different eye. By different, I mean an eye that leaves you feeling like a real Teenage girl with flawless hair and an on-point make-up, and not a toddler running after her deranged Mom or something immature. I, again, sometimes think when God created me, he forgot to add the love portion or even beauty portion. Though other insane human beings keep telling me I'm beautiful, I say 'Thank You' then roll my eyes.
Clear description of myself: I'm a definition of poo.
Why am I even thinking of boys and me being flawless?
Change of subject.
My Mom is still not home. So, I prepared dinner for myself and left some for her. She of all people always complained about my cooking, now she has no choice but to enjoy the food.
I'm not that bad. Infect, I'm the best.
This town and house are monotonous. I have no friends, and so is the TV. It keeps rejecting my presence. There is literally nothing interesting to watch.
After twenty-five minutes of roaming around the house and finding uninteresting thing to do, I go straight to my room.
It's still early for my bed time. So, I finish reading 'The fault in our stars' novel and speed the time.
I swear I always burst into tears whenever I read this book.
It's a great book for teenagers like me. The Authors of the book are great writers.
"Ama..." I hear a shout of my name down the stairs to the dining door.
My heart is biting rapidly. Who would call my name this late? My mind starts thinking about all the horror movies I've watched.
It's probably an Alien, or a behemoth.
Maybe I'm delusional.
"Ama... Open the door." The voice shouts again.
I shake my head slightly and bring my thoughts back to reality.
I quickly tiptoe my way down and grab a knife in the kitchen for self-defence. There is no way I'm letting this behemoth attack me.
"Amaaa." The behemoth still continues.
I think it's a lady behemoth.
I open the door with force and point the behemoth with the knife.
"What the hell are you doing. I'm not one of your monsters." The behemoth says, while moving her head back in shock, "I'm your mom for goodness sake. Now put the knife down and help me with these bags." It says, with an exasperated commanding tone.
I take note of who it is.
Its Mom. It's really her.
To be honest, she kind of looked ugly for few seconds before realising it's her. No wonder Kate always got scared stiff of me in the dark.
Like mother, like daughter.
"Hello. Ama, are you just going to gaze at me and not help me with these grocery bags?" The behemoth says.
I meant Mom.
It's a suitable name for her though.
"Oh yeah, sorry." I say, reaching for the bags.
We reach the kitchen and start packing them. It's good she bought grocery. The fridge and cupboards were empty.
"So how was your day? Anything interesting happened?" She asks with a smirk on her face.
I start thinking of Blaze's drama. Well, more of my drama. I shouldn't mention anything about Blaze to her, it's not that important.
"Uhm... just fine. Nothing interesting happened." I roam my eyes around the house and put the Tomato sauce in the cupboard.
"And why are you home early? You switched shifts?" I ask, changing the subject.
I don't want her to start asking unnecessary questions.
"No. The boss had a meeting out of town. He told me I could go home after I finished all my duties." She smiles, "And... turns out, I had a tripple booked shift with Kaitlyn and Abigail. So, they told me they'll manage without me." Her smile widens.
Really?
"Great. It's good to see you before my bed time. I left dinner for you in the oven." I smile back at her.
"Oh, don't worry honey, I bought pizza on my way home." She says, with her expression written 'I don't eat your rubbish food'.
"Wow." I roll my eyes and leave the kitchen, "how great."
"I'll take your dinner for lunch. I'm sorry hon." She yells across the room.
"Don't bother, there are plenty of garbage bins that will appreciate my cooking." I yell back at her and bang my door room with force.
The thought of having my Mom home early is not as fun as I thought. She keeps insulting my cooking.
Who does that?
Only a behemoth would.
___________________ That's the ending of chapter 6. Hope you enjoyed it. It's not that good but it was needed..
