The Deal

Intro/Chapter 1

"Zaina!" My moms voice rang from downstairs. I sigh, shutting my laptop. Guess my very first essay in my creative writings class would have to wait.

Well maybe it was for the best, I felt brain dead when it came to my essay that would have to be about my stance on politics. Politics, although can be interesting, I tried not medaling in. Probably not the best way to start out my first college essay, but I needed to get it done.

I sigh, standing up from my chair, adjusting the black, sparking gown my mom had boughten me to attend her company party thingy.

I wasn't completely sure what it was, but my mom worked for a high class company and every year they have a ball that invited a bunch of companies they've collaborated with.

The company my mom worked for was a type of advertisement company for platforms on social media. Basically a classier buzzfeed, touching more up on politics, and writing pieces on companies around the county. She was just trying her hardest to rise to the top of it, that much I know.

I had been dreading this ball all week. Last years was completely boring and long. The whole time I stood drinking endless amounts of soda well older man tried getting me to dance with them.

I'm sure this year wouldn't be any different.

I slipped on my black heels and attempted to walk downstairs in them.

"We're gonna be late!" My mom yelled in deep Italian accent, the one I myself didn't get. Mainly because I was born in the U.S and had never been to Italy. I got down the steps after attempting to walk down them in my heels.

She was putting on her fake pearl earrings in the mirror before the entrance.

"I'm here." I murmur. She turns and gives me a smile.

"Oh you look great darling!" She beamed, examining my dress.

She herself was wearing a dark green colored long dress, she paired with pearls and white heels.

"Come on, the cars waiting outside." Courtesy of the company, they had rented a bunch of limos to pick people up and bring them to and from the ball.

They did it every year, although last year was my first time attending. It hadn't even felt like it had been a year since, but it had, and it went by too fast.

My mom grabbed ahold of my arm and dragged my unwilling feet outside the door.

The limo was long and black, boring.

I got inside, dragging my uncomfortable dress with me. My mom hopped inside the limo herself, immediately accompanying herself with some of the courtesy wine that sat on the small bar in the limo.

She poured herself a tall glass of it, basically drinking the whole glass before the car even began taking off.

She was nervous, the same as last year.

This year she had been promoted to junior editor, and it should be something to be excited about. Although lately I've seen her change of mood, almost as if she's worried about something, although every time I ask about it, she brushes it off.

It was odd for her not to be excited about it. Her job was her life, she loved it more then she loves me, if she did love me.

My mom never showed any sort of love towards me, she shows more of her proudness towards me, but I couldn't ever find any "loving mother" in her. It was never there to began with.

I was ready to ask if something was wrong again, because it was so obvious something was off, but unfortunately we had arrived at the ball.

And before I can say anything, my door was being opened by some guy that stood outside, opening the car doors mainly.