Heavenly Love (on Hold)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: 

My mom came into my room and pulled me out of bed.

"Young lady, get ready! Come on take a shower! It's a long way to Toronto and then 14 hours to Italy. Hurry so you can eat something," she said while she took out the clothes I had left in my closet the night before for this morning. Yeah, I'm like that. An organized freak. She then left me there sitting in my bed,  

looking around my room. It looked lifeless. Usually I would have posters and pictures all over the walls. Right now they were all in a box inside one of the 5 suitcases I had made for the school.

As I finally dragged myself out of my bed to my shower I thought about the dream I had had. I've been having the same dream since the day my mom told me about the school. I had never seen that cute guy in my whole life, and I still couldn't understand why he called me by my second name. And why I was wearing that dress? I mean it was as if my dream was situated in the 17-18th century.

Even thought I had no idea who Luca was, I felt strangely connected to him. As if we had been together...I felt like I knew him.

All this thoughts drifted away as the hot water came over me. I'm weird because I like to shower with hot water in summer and cold water in winter. My mom says it's because I was born in the winter. Which makes totally no sense since my birthday is in AUGUST. Sometimes I think my mom lost her sense time ago, becoming crazier every single day. It was obvious my mom was not...normal, but I still loved her too much. I used to defend her at my school, because people would make fun of her since she owned the store "Spells & Herbs". My mom was obsessed with "magical" stuff. She believed in that none sense.

I got out of the shower and quickly dressed in my outfit. Skinny jeans, blue converse, and white Never Shout Never T-Shirt over a black tee. I had a jacket just in case it got chilly. I took my blow drier out of my luggage and blow dried my hair, making my curls get a little bit frizzy. I applied anti frizz cream and they were back to normal. People say the cream goes first but I use it after and it works for me. I applied a small amount of eyeliner, brown eye shadow, and pink lip gloss and put everything again in the stupid luggage. I looked at myself in the mirror, knowing it would be my last time in my teenage years to be here in my room. I was already accepted in The Arts School in Georgia. My dad had connections and he assured my future before he jerked off with my mom's best friend.*sigh*

I got tired of staring at me through my mirror and went to grab my bags. First I folded my bed covers and put them in my smallest bag. I then took two each in each hand and pushed the fifth one with my leg to the hallway. I Left the bags on the floor and got my door key out of my jeans pocket. Reluctantly, I inserted the key into my door's lock and gave it a turn. I heard a 'click' and sighed. Somehow having my door locked made me feel depressed. It was a reminder that I'm going to be gone.

I carried my first bag down the stairs and left it at the door. I did the same with the other four. I then walked into the kitchen and sat down. My mom had made about 10 kilos of pancakes. I brightened up a bit. I loved pancakes. I began to eat my pancakes and was finished about 30 minutes later. I just drank my milk, got a snack into my handbag that I was taking with me, and my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. She practically pushed me inside the car and drove off.  

"Mom, jeez, calm down! We are okay in time!" I told her. "Slow down or I'll drive!" Slowly, my mom decreased her speed, but she kept changing the radio station.  

I rolled my eyes, "Mom! Can you decide for a station, please? The noise is making me dizzy!" I said as I cover my ears with my hands. My mom ignored me and continued. Okay, time to stop being the nice girl. 

I reached for the radio and slapped my mother's hand and turned it off. My mom slowly turned to me, a deadly stare in her blue eyes. 

Maybe I shouldn't have done that. 

"Don't.Ever.Do.That.Again." mom said through her teeth. I nodded my head feverishly and looked through my window. We were driving by the Highway, almost arriving at the airport. I could see airplanes landing and taking off, soaring through the blue sky, sunshine reflecting on them, making me cover my eyes.

I sighed. One of those airplanes where going to take me to a place far away from here, taking me away from my mother, when I thought she most needed me. I looked back at her. She had stopped with the radio, and had both hands on the steering wheel. Her blue eyes were focused straight ahead, and I could see she was thinking hard about something. I knew that because she was frowning, and once in a while she would scratch her forehead.  

"What are you thinking about, Mom?" I asked her after she had scratched her forehead for the eight time. Mom turned to look at me, and opened her mouth as to say something, but closed it again. She turned back to the road and I noticed we had arrived at the airport parking lot. I unbuckled my seat belt and was about to open the door when my mom's voice interrupted me.

"Scarlett, you know I love you and always had right?"  

I frowned a bit, "Yes, Mom, I know," I said almost automatically. She always said that. 

She looked as if she was about to say something else, but decided not to. She smiled slightly and ruffled my hair before hopping out of the car. I frowned more. Ruffling my hair? I'm a sixteen year old girl, please!

I arranged my hair and open the door. I got out of the car and went for my suitcases. A man with that little thing that carries your luggage came towards me and put the five suitcases on top of the thingy (a/n: I don't know the name. Care to enlighten me?*puppy eyes*) I shrugged and walked to the entrance of the airport. I had 20 minutes before the airplane taken off. I went to pick up my tickets and then I went to the airport gift store. I bought some bubble gum for the take off and Cecelia Ahern's new book. I love to read. A book to me it's like heaven.

I walked towards my mom and she pulled me into a big bear hug.  

"Oh, honey! I'm going to miss you soooo much!" she said to my hair. I said, "me too, Mom" but because I couldn't breathe, I ended up mumbling something that sounded like "mhm tu, Mmk".

Mom laughed and let me go. I gulped for air and smiled. She hugged me more carefully this time. 

"Well, you have to get on the plane now. Come on, I'll walk you there." 

We walked to the portal in silence. When we arrived, the check lady smiled the fake smile and said, "Tickets, please." 

I ruffled through my bag, and gave them to her. I then turned to my mom and she hugged me once more.

"Honey, I want you to know that I always loved you like a daughter, okay? I love you, Sarah, don't forget that," she said and then pushed me through the portal.  

WHAT?!  

"MOM! WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKE A DAUGTHER?! AND WHY DID YOU CALLED ME SARAH!?" I yelled to her. 

She just smiled, waved, and turned and left. The ticket lady hurried me to go through. I don't know why, but I felt this was the last time I will see my mom.