Bad Boy & Good Girl (On hold, temporary)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4. (UNEDITED)

When I came in last night I didn’t speak to my mum, instead I stalked straight up to my room. It may have been childish of me but I was still upset. She had lead me to believe that maybe, just maybe that the old her maybe coming back, but instead it was to soften me up before she tells me that she’d be gone for five weeks. A full month and more. Mum had tried to get me to come out of my room so she can talk to me but I refused to budge the bolt that was keeping her out. I didn’t want to speak to her. Soon enough she figured it out and left me alone.

I shimmied into my skinny jeans before shoving my arms through my hoodie. I walked over to my mirror and picked up the brush before yanking it through the tangled mess.

Five minutes later and my hair was tangle free and scraped back into a pony tail; My usual hair style. I hardly ever wore my hair down at school, you never know when someone may try to pull your hair. Grabbing my bag of the back of my door I headed down stairs.

Wandering into the kitchen I drop my bag on one of the high stools before heading over to the kettle. Flickering the switch on, I reached to the cabinet above and grabbed a mug. I then felt some one staring at me and my only guess was that it was mum. I didn’t turn around to face her but instead made my way around the kitchen ignoring that she was stood in the kitchen doorway.

“Laura, can we talk?” She asks.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I reply, coldly as I pour some milk into the base of my mug.

“Of course there is, we need to talk about me leaving for a little over a month.” She replies.

The kettle reaches boiling point and the light goes out, letting me know that the water was ready. I pick up the kettle and pour the boiling liquid into the mug. I don’t reply to my mum but she carries on anyway.

“I leave tomorrow.” She announces.

Slamming the kettle down I turn round to face her. My hands gripping the counter behind me as I re think what she had just said. I leave tomorrow.

“Nice for you to have told me sooner.” I tell her acidly.

She walks into the kitchen abit more, “I didn’t know until Saturday.” She says.

“Saturday? And yet you wait ‘till two days before to tell me?!” I snap at her.

“I’m sorry. I wanted the time to be right.” She said.

I shake my head, I was angry that she knew on Saturday that she’d be leaving me alone for a month but she doesn’t tell me till two days before. “So, that’s why you wanted to go to the mall yesterday, why you made breakfast.” I snap.

Her eyes soften, “No, I wanted to make you breakfast, I wanted to take you to the mall.” She says.

“Whatever mum! I really thought the old you was back.” I say before turning my back on her.

I take a sip from my mug, the hot substance flowing down my neck. I hear retreating footsteps leave the kitchen before I hear the stairs creak and the sound of my mother heading up them. A door open and closes before silence fills the house again. I was glad that she had gone and left me alone. I didn’t want to speak to her at the moment.

I slammed my locker door shut. I haven’t been in a good mood all day. In fact I was getting annoyed at the simplest of things. Alice was convinced that I was PMSing, even I would of considered it if I knew I wasn’t. It wasn’t like me to be so annoyed or angry. In fact I was the shy, easy going girl. I never for one allowed my temper to get the better of me.