SABRINA ABOVE^^^^^
"Prom queen? I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm the right candidate for that." I tell Sabrina, holding back a laugh.
"At least now you don't, but you have approximately 9 months to prove to the school that you're not only fit to be their prom queen, but you are better than Beth." Sabrina informs me, grabbing my attention.
"Hm, maybe, but what about Anna?"I ask, grabbing fists of sand.
"Hey, one King sister at a time." She chuckles. "I'll see you later." she says, her voice growing firther away.
"Wait!" I yell, hoping my voice is still heard.
"Yeah?"
"When I left, did Drew say anything to you about me or anything else?" I ask, attempting to sound casual.
"No, he was actually really quiet." She tells me.
"Thanks, bye Sabrina." I hang up the phone before she can asks any questions, and push my body off the sand.
Just as I left it, my shoes and rolled down windows are features of the small car. I slide on my shoes again when I step into the car, putting on my seatbelt. The car loudly plays the newest song on the radio the minute I put in the key, jolting my nerves. A small chuckle escapes my lips as I pull out the parking lot, and back onto the long road that surrounds the coast.
The music blasts around me as I drive further and future into the night sky, my thoughts slowly becoming non-existsnt.
I'm home by 10:30, surprised to see the lights are still on. My sisters are more than likely still doing what they do late at night, and my mom is usually asleep, but the tempo of my mom's favorite Poison song is heard from the driveway.
The music only grows louder when I step into the house, walking into the living room. My mom is dancing around the living room with a wine botttle dangling from her fingertips. Her hair is tied up into bun in the back of her head and her cheeks are flushed. It didn't take me long to realize my mom was drunk.
I walked over to the stereo and turned the volume all the way down.
"What are you doing? she gasps, taking a big sip from the bottle.
"Mom, you're drunk." I state, taking the bottle out of her hand.
"I'm way over the legal age, I can drink if I want." she argues, a chuckle escaping her lips.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask, my voice quiet.
"Because of him and that stupid bimbo he wants to marry." my mom yells, grabbing her head in her hands and falling down on the couch.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, looking at my mon expectantly.
"Your father." she groans, pushing a pile of papers towards me. I read over them slowly, trying to make sense of it all. "He wants a divorce." She cries, her voice breaking.
The papers dramatically fell to the floor as I took my mom in my arms. I pressed my head on top of hers, rocking her back in forth. Her tears fell onto my shirt, causing a huge wet spot to form, but that was the last thing I was thinking about.
I was thinking about how my mom was going to handle this, how my dad could do this, and what I could do to fix this. But for every single question forming there was no answer.
"Honey, you should go to bed, you have school tomorrow." My mom leans away from me, wiping fallen tears.
"No, I'm going to stay here." I tell her firmly.
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It's In Our Blood
Подростковая литератураAnnabelle King is quiet and lives a simple distant life with her two sisters that look just like her. She didn't know what was in store her senior year, but she saw it coming if she'd like to admit or not. Of course she'd love to go back to the days...
