Sparks and SodaPop

teen angst

"Maybe there's cute boys there,"
Twirling the phone extension cord in my hand, I rolled my eyes. "That's not the point Cheryl, I don't want to be here. Period."

Cheryl was the wild type. Back home in New York, she got me in a lot of trouble, whether by choice or not. She enjoyed breaking rules but she also enjoyed boys, which needless to say made my parents dislike the fact that I chose her for company. But she was my friend, one of the only friends that didn't use me for my money or semi- famous parents.

"Don't be such a bore. Your in one place for just one summer! You can have a summer romance and discard the kid like last seasons Louboutins!"
I sighed as she continued, "Just stop thinking about what your parents might say for once or what's gonna come up in tomorrow's newspaper cus' newsflash! No paparazzi will be in Telsi waiting to catch you doin' somethin' crazy."

"It's Tulsa. And even if your right, I just want to get the hell out of this stupid town with population of 10," She laughed, "Baby, listen. Have fun and loosen that stick that's been lodged up your ass,"

"I hate you,"

"You love me darlin'! Now tata, Josh is on the other line. Love you and have fun!"

The line went dead and my face met the pillow as I groaned. What the hell was I supposed to do for two months? Heed her advice? No way, I'm just gonna have to find a way to pass the time. Just as I was considering flinging myself from my balcony window I heard my mother call from downstairs, "Leila come down here!"

What does she want now?

Trudging down the stairs, I met her impatiently waiting face.
"Your father has a few contacts here, miraculously. So we will be having dinner with a few of them today, I expect you to be ready by 6." And just before she turned around, she looked me up and down and crinkled her nose, "And please go take a shower and freshen up, you need it."

I shook my head slightly as she pranced down the stairs and continued to unpack some things. "Love you too mother," I ran up the stairs to my room and decided to appease my mothers request. I decided to wear something from my mothers line and wore a skirt with a pretty blouse adorned with a few jewels located near the buttons and a belt to secure and tuck it in. I combed my hair and put on one of my mothers pearl necklaces, perks of being the daughter of a fashion designer is that I never run out of clothes. And I also get to steal a few of her jewelry and shoes before she even puts them on the market.

After putting on my flats, I was ready by 6, but as usual not by my mothers standards. As I came down the stairs, where she waited she squinted at my outfit. "Your gaining weight," She then grabbed a strand of my hair, "Aren't you using that hair oil I gave you? Your hair is losing its shine. You should always put some in your hair." She flattens down her skirt and glances at her watch, "Your father is waiting in the car, let's go."

Looking down at my stomach, I frowned and tightened the belt. Wishing I could run up in my room and hide from the world in a huge pile of books, I decided to suck it up and go.

Just for the summer.

I pulled out my compact mirror from my handbag, and looked at myself in the mirror. Frowning at the reflection, I shoved it back in my bag and forced a smile to my lips.

We reached the house in a relatively short time, my dads "contacts" lived just down a few blocks from us.
"Who are they again?"
"The Valances. A friend of a friend. I think they have a daughter your age." My dad said, taking off his seatbelt.

"Great," I sighed out.

Maybe I can make some friends to make this summer trip less miserable.