I took a deep breathe in as I felt the needle go through my ear. Thank god it wasn't as bad as I expected. I now officially have 9 piercings. I remember my first piercing, I did it just to piss off my mum, like most teenagers, but after my first piercing I just couldn't stop.
"Thanks man." I said to Kane, as I gave him the money. Kane reminded me of a dwarf, he was this little guy, who only went up to my shoulders and was completely covered in piercings and tattoos. He went to my school last year, but dropped out.
"It's okay Stace. Say hi to your Mum for me, yeah?" Kane said giving me a huge grin and a wink.
"Ha ha, very original. I haven't heard that one before." I said rolling my eyes, but still laughing. If I had a dollar for every time someone made a 'Stacy's Mum' joke I would seriously be a millionare.
Using the backdoor, that leads straight to the car park, I entered my code for the bike lock. Like I could afford a car, with my drop-dead boring job as a waitress. Hopping on my white bike, I pulled up the sleeves of my sweater to search for a hairband. Damn, now my hair is going to be a complete when I get home. Why do I never have hairbands when I need them?
"Stacy!" I hear my Mum call out as soon as I open the door. Wow, sometimes I swear she has the hearing of an elephant.
"What?" I call back, already annoyed at her for no apparent reason. I kick off my hightop converses and see her standing in front of me looking unimpressed.
"Stacy, I have told you a million times, undo your laces before you take your shoes off! And my Lord, look at your hair, it's a mess! When will you grow up?" She says with a frown, making me roll my eyes at her usual lecture. "I don't know how you expect to find a boyfriends when you look like that!"
"Oh yes Mum, because everything I do revolves around finding a boy! I don't know what year you think we are in. but in this day and age I have other aspirations than finding a man." I say getting even more annoyed at my dear Mother.
"Stacy, I would never speak to my Mother that way!" She says gasping and placing her hand to heart as if it physically pains her to hear me talk to her that way. "All I wanted was to tell you that your Father called...again." She spoke softer to me now, as if I was going to freak out over this.
"I'm still not going to call him." I said retreating to the basement. She grabbed my arm, as soon as I reached the first step.
"You're going to have to, sooner or later." She said looking me straight in the eye. Even though I was standing on the step below her I was still a bit taller than her. Being 6ft tall had its perks, most of those perks were looking intimidating. I ripped my arm from her grip.
"I don't have to do anything." I snarled at her then stomped down the steps, slaming the door behind me.
When I ask my parents if I could move in the basement, the looks on their faces were hilarious. My Dad argument was that it was 'no place for a young lady.' For a month I played the drums all night in protest and you can only imagine how soon they changed their minds.
I collapsed on the stool and felt my worries begin to wash away as I jammed on my drums. A few hours felt like seconds when I was down here. I felt like a completely different person, someone who was important.
My friends thought it was weird that Mum and I sat on opposite ends of our long dinner table, and I guess it kind of is. Sometimes I felt like it was a metaphor on our relationship, contected by something, but still so distant to each other. I've always been a little poetic on the inside. The room was silent. I had a book in front of me and my earphones in, while Mum has a glass of red wine in her hand and a far away look on her face.
"Dad will be home tomorrow." Her voice cut through the silence like a knife, but it shook ruining the affect. "I would like it if you didn't mention the incident." She said with tears in her ice blue eyes.
I snorted. Not very ladylike I know. "So you didn't tell him...again. I am not surprised." I said rising from my seat and pushing it back in, making a loud screech. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to ruin your perfect marriage."
I lay on my bed, thinking about what had just happened. Sometimes I felt as though I was in a TV show, although one with no perfect ending. Maybe I feel like I'm in a TV show because I am so over dramatic, that could possibly be it. Either way, at least I'm not a usual weak female character and I am definitely not a damsel in distress.
OKAY! Hi. This is kinda inspired by Freaks and Geeks, my favourite show. Anyway I promise this won't stay this boring. I just need you to understand Stacy and I didn't really want to go that fast. Anyway.
