Fictional

2 - Mother, dearest

             “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” I told my mom at the end of the line like she can hear me from here. She hasn’t even answered the call. It was the start of lunch time and I was at the back of the school where they call it “the lovers’ park”. It was only because the most eye-catching couples where the only ones allowed to sit here and eat, but I don’t really give a hell about them and hang out here when nobody’s around but only when nobody’s around. Gosh… if you only know how much PDA reeks here when couples are around. It’s like a teeny tiny spark could make a difference and burn a forest. By that, I mean if somebody ever as hell made a single boy peek at her panty, this place will turn into a massive orgy corner. In a different reality, when it’s only me, I’m queen of the garden. I rule the vast lands of this empire and only I shall be the one to lead the roses. Although, yeah. I can see why they chose this as a hang-out for heart throbs. It’s grotesque here. It’s actually more of only a part of the schools’ field, except that it has a wall of roses at least one and a half feet tall and two large trees at both far sides of the park which shadows the park completely even though it’s high noon. The park also has five sets of concrete tables and built in benches with them and it’s located at the far end backyard which gives us a good view at a different park which is the actual official nature park of the town so technically, our school doesn’t have a back neither does it have a front. It makes parents get dizzy when they bring private vehicles because the instructions would be “Park it in front of the school” But you don’t really know which front we’re talking about because the park really doesn’t have a front or a back since it’s surrounded with residents only a crossroad away and there’s no border between the school and the park, so yeah.

“Hello, Honey.” Mom greeted with a tired, but ready to be sarcastic tone.

“Mom!” I almost screamed. What can I say? I actually thought it would never happen.

“Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom!” I repeated in a fast tone, not knowing what to say.

“Hold on. Does that translate to ‘I think I like a new comer and I can’t explain my feelings’?” She teasingly asked

“Mom!” I complained in an irritated tone.

“Okay, okay, okay. Hey, is he cute?” She asked

“Mom.” I said in a dead serious tone

“Fine, fine. What is it, dear?” She asked

“Mom…” I started the sentence in a consenting tone

“Gosh, Xandra. You just reached tenth grade and you vocabulary thinned down to one word! What happened to you?” She asked

“Something happened. Something I didn’t know would ever happen in my life.” I said

“Oh, come on, sweets. There’s nothing bad about falling in love.” She said in a concerned tone. I now lay on my back at one of the concrete tables. My sling bag was on the bench to my right and I stared wistfully at the leaves falling down, the wind blowing to a certain direction. My hair was spread in a tangled mess and my feet dangled down at one of the edges. I inhaled a deep sigh letting the situation sink in.

“Mom, it’s not like that, marry me stuff. It’s more of ‘your pheromones are overwhelming’ stuff.” I said

“Oh, what a pheromoniac he is.” She said

“Pheromo-what? Mom, that’s not even a word!” I remained the same position and threw my free hand in the air.

“Oh, dear. Is it really so bad that you needed to call me?” She said in a half sarcastic tone.

“Mom, You’re the one who told me to tell you that if I find a real, actual, non-fictional human being attractive because you’ve been waiting since I hit puberty which was somewhere in the middle summer of fifth-grade! Gods, mom. I had to spend the last days of my summer bathed in blood!” I overreacted and threw my hands up the air after reciting a thirty-eight word long sentence like a rap. I hope mom understood.