Darlings! I’ve missed you profusely! How are things? How’s life? Here’s another chappie btw for you lovely people! :) Shout out to my potato mate Celine! :)
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The last time I saw my mom this mad was way back when I ate her favorite colored lipstick. What? You don’t know how tasty it was! I bet you couldn’t have resisted either. It was like cherry, only a bit more subtle and..
Focus Rae. Focus on what mom is saying.
Oh. Right. I apologize for zoning out again.
“How could you be so irresponsible?! I’m so disappointed in you! I would expect this careless behavior from anyone but you! You were so careless!!!”
“But I didn’t think she’d actually drink!” was Theo’s genius reply to my mother, who was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and an expression that all mothers seemed to make in order to make kids feel guilty. I briefly wondered whether it was made on pure instinct or if it was taught. Do mothers pass it down to their daughters? Do people make how-to videos of it on the web? Remind me to check that later.
I watched as my mom started pacing. A habit she made to think things through before speaking. She was yelling at the five boys, but she was mostly yelling at Theo because, let’s face it, he was the most reasonable one of the bunch.
I honestly didn’t understand why they had to wake me up for this. I wanted to sleep because I felt like Oompa Loompa’s were currently having a tap dance competition in my head. Yup. That’s how much it hurt to have a hang over. I was currently sprawled on the sofa, groaning and wishing they’d all shut up.
“I’m severely disappointed in the five of you.” Yep. My mom wasn’t even mad at me. She was mad at Blake and the guys. I don’t get what the big deal was. She keeps telling me to ‘go out there and make memories that will make you cringe when you grow up’ and when I come home drunk for the first time she yells at the guys. Where is the justice? And my oreos? And my cheese burger? Actually, a cheese burger would suffice at the moment.
Look at you using big words...while you’re hung over. My V.O.R. said. She’s making a bigger deal out of this than anyone else. Remember that episode of Spongebob where he worked the night shift? That’s what my Voice Of Reason reminded me of right now. And I was starting to feel like Squidward.
“Mooooooooooooom” I groan, slowly getting up. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me as I stood up with as much grace as a fish out of water.
“It’s not their fault okay? It was mine. I’m sorry for being reckless, it won’t happen again. Now can someone please get me a cheese burger?” I said, easing my way back into my comfy position on the sofa.
“Fine, then. Since you take full responsibility Rae, you’re grounded.” She said. Saying those two words I’ve never heard directed at me.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Wow Mom. That was a good one!” I said laughing, making my head hurt more. When I finally calmed down though, I realized my mother was serious. Dead serious.
Dundunduuuuun.
Not now V.O.R.
Buzz kill.
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“Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......” I said, curling up into a ball on my bed, fighting against the endless boredom that now surrounded me. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. I wasn’t allowed to use the TV, or my phone or even play music from my iPod. Blake told me that I could do anything I wanted after mom left but I don’t believe him. I refuse to believe him. What if it was a trap to get me into bigger trouble? He also told me I was taking this grounding thing way too seriously. Am I though? This is my first time, after all.
