Mind Games

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The first week of school is finally over. It was Saturday and I was still in bed. I wasn't sleeping, just contemplating life. My parents still haven't told Aiden about the divorce, or any other family members for that matter. Just my mom,dad and my grandma back in South Africa found out last night.

I ignored Owen the whole day yesterday. He tried sitting at our table at lunch, but I told him straight to leave. We also got paired for or literature assignment, but because teachers seem to like me, I got a swap.

I didn't bother showering immediately. I walked downstairs and had breakfast in my bunny onesie. I helped my mom wash the dishes while my brother and my dad played Call Of Duty. I went up to shower after cleaning the kitchen and I decided to wear sweats and a plain navy t shirt. I was to lazy to fix my bed so I just tossed my many pillows on the ground and straightened the covers. I got a text from Owen as I plopped down my bed.

Owen: Wanna hang today? My treat :)

Normally, I wouldn't think twice to accept. But this wasn't a normal day. If he wants to play mind games than fine. 

Abby: Definitely! What time?

Owen: Just be ready by twelve

Abby: Can't wait to see you

I don't mind wearing anything decent. I just put my hair into a ponytail and put on my black converse. I walked downstairs and saw my mom in the kitchen making a sandwich.

"Hey Mom! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask with a smile.

"I can, but I don't want to" my mother quips and I roll my eyes.

"Fine. My you please do me a favor? Pretty please mom!" I plead.

"The appearance of your plea doesn't change anything" she twists my words once more.

"C'mon Mom! I helped with the dishes!" I argue.

"Okay fine, what do you need?"

"Owen is coming to pick me up later, and I need you to pretend to like I don't live here. I'm not related to you what so ever and you've never heard of me before. Oh, and your name is Mrs Büscthersfüerd" I say with an accomplished smile

"Okay, and why am I doing this?" She asks looking confused

"He's kinda the reason I was sad the other when I asked you to pick me up" I inform her and her eyes widen.

"In that case, when will he be here?" My mom says and I smile widely.

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I'm sitting upstairs in my room reading a book. I hear the doorbell ring and I know it's Owen. I stand by my door and listen in to hear. My mom really went all out for me. She got dressed in a gown and put hair curlers into her hair. She even agreed to speak in Afrikaans just to confuse him more.

I hear her open the door roughly, causing me to laugh silently.

"Ja?" (Yes?) She asks in Afrikaans.

"Um, morning Ms Linkoln. I was just wondering...."

"Linkoln? Wie's Linkoln?" (Linkoln? Who's Linkoln?) My mom asks and I can just imagine the look on Owen's face.

"Abbygail and I are meant to go on a date, and I'm sure she's here" Owen says.

"Ek is Mevrou Büscthersfüerd en ek weet nie van ń Abbygail nie. Somer kyk by my buurvrou. Ek's seker jy's nie by die regte plek nie. Sien jou!" (I'm Mrs Büscthersfüerd and I don't know a Abbygail. Rather go check at my neighbor's house. I'm sure you're not in the right place. See you!) My mom says and slams the door in his face. I open the door and run downstairs towards my mother and jump on her and give her my best possible bear hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I really appreciate this Ma!" I say and she laughs while putting me down.

"All in a day's work of being a mom" she remarks and laugh with her.

I go back upstairs and see I've gotten another text from Owen.

Owen: I'm gonna have to take a rain check in that date. Something came up.

Abby: It's okay :)

I laugh evilly to myself and plop back down on my bed.

Operation: Make Owen a mad man is a go!

Sorry it's short it's just a filler and I'm actually really tired rn. Vote if you liked it!! But let's just acknowledge that I gave FIVE5️⃣5️⃣5️⃣ UPDATES!!!! Whoop whoop!💎
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