Moments

Chapter One

"Wake up, or I'm coming in there with a bucket of ice cold water!"

I groaned. I love her, I swear I do, but waking someone up at seven in the morning ON A SATURDAY, is very uncool.

"Five more minutes!" I yelled.

"No, up now, or I'm not making my special pancakes." I shot up and ran to the door. I opened it quickly to see my mom with a smirk on her face. "I knew that would work."

"You lied to me. You used my one weakness to lie to me." I said in a fake hurt tone.

"Yep" She said nodding.

"I can't believe my own mother would do such a thing to her own daughter. Her own flesh in blood." I said putting a hand over my heart as to show how hurt I was internally.

She scoffed.

"Come on, drama queen. We have to leave in a half an hour, and if you aren't ready by then, I promise, I will get that bucket." She says and begins to walk back down stairs.

Believe it or not, this was a normal weekend for us. She would force me to wake up with a playful threat, I would fake the hurt, and then I would get ready for work.

I sighed as I went to my dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans, some undergarments, and my work shirt that said Eric's Diner on the back. I grabbed my phone and headed to the bathroom across the hall from my room. I turned on the shower and started to press shuffle on my phone and the song "I Feel Like Dancin'" by All Time Low, came on. I started to bob my head to the beat as I stripped from my pjs and stepped into the steaming water. I moaned as the water calmed my tense muscles.

After about ten minutes, I got out and got dressed. I turned off my music, put my phone in my pocket and headed downstairs. I headed to the kitchen to see my mom hovering over the stove, which had pancakes cooking. I instantly smiled.

"Thank you, mom." I said with a smile as she set a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of me.

"You're welcome, bumble bee. You have about ten minutes to eat, so hurry it up." She said before heading upstairs. I chuckled as I dug into my own personal heaven.

Soon I was finished and I set the plate in the sink just as mom came back down the stairs holding both our jackets, my bag and her purse.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Let me just brush my teeth." I said before going back to the bathroom.

Soon we were getting into the car and heading to town. You're probably wondering, what kind of seventeen year old wouldn't be driving herself to her own job. Well, I don't have a car. It's not that my mom or myself doesn't want to buy one for me, it's just that we don't really have the money to afford it, so I understand. Besides, I love going with my mom. She's like my best friend.

Ever since I was born, we've been on our own together. My mom got pregnant at sixteen. She wasn't the type to get an abortion so she had me. She told me the whole story.

Long story, short, when my mom was sixteen, her best friend dragged her to a party and got her wasted. She slept with some random guy, which just happened to be the most popular guy at her school, and she got pregnant. He didn't want to become a father at seventeen, so he basically disowned her in front of the whole school. Her parents also disowned her, saying she was a disgrace to the family, getting knocked up at sixteen. They told her either she gets an abortion or they were going to kick her out, so they threw her out.

She stayed with her best friend until she had me, and by then she had saved up enough money from working a lot even before she had me to get a small apartment. She told me, the second she held me; she could never give me up.