Silence

Crazy

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I sighed as I leaned my head on the window of the car. The road we were on was rough and my head bobbed on the window, making a small pain flow through my head. But at the instant in time, I really didn't mind. All I cared about was getting home and crawling in bed. At that point, I would watch Netflix and bawl my eyes out.

Oh, have I had a sad day. Let me just say that luck was not on my side today. In fact, it was essentially my arch enemy. Pointing its finger and laughing at me because it had won the fight today. If luck was a genuine person, I would sue him or her.

Not only did my boyfriend break up with me, but he also let me know he had cheated on me. He didn't tell me who it was, that's what drove me crazy. Let me get this accurate. Jake, my boyfriend -- well now ex-boyfriend--, was rightfully mine! I claimed him, so girls need to take a step back. Cheating is not my thing and will never be my thing.

In fact, after I told my friend, Emma, what he did. I asked if she would help me find out who it was. Her response was basically her face in a comprehensive rage. This was her reaction, if looks killed, my reaction would've put Jake straight in the worst area in hell itself.

She agreed, so all day we went on a wild goose chase, trying to find the witch (actually not the right word but I think you can figure it out) who dared to put her paws, on my man. We put girls in lockers, barking at them. You might think this was a little far... I've done considerably much worse.

Then we went directly to Jake, after about thirty minutes, he revealed the person, which was no woman, oh no it was a guy!! Fancy my surprise to find out that my own boyfriend was gay.

So I did what any other girl would have done, I let it slide. I did not want to be the girl remembered for hating gay people. So I just laughed it off as I spun around and walked away, quietly dying inside.

I went the entire day pondering about how my ex-boyfriend was gay. Oh, how incorrect I was. Not only about Jake being gay, but also I guess I have a bad choice of friends and boyfriends. To my astonishment... again... I found Emma and Jake making out on my locker. That is so messed up!

I forced Jake off my friend -- well ex-friend-- and shoved my finger into her chest calling her a witch, before slapping her. She cried, and with my fate, a teacher was strolling by right when I struck Emma.

She gave me detention for two whole weeks. I tried to justify what happened, but she told me that it wasn't a substantial reason to slap someone. Not just lunch detention but also after-school detention. So I was stuck with five hillbillies and a freaking somnolent teacher after school. Worst. Day. Ever.

After detention, I got in the car with my mom. I was 17 and still didn't have a freaking car, it was so stupid. Just thinking about that made me exasperated. I told my mom everything and she seemed as enraged as me. So here we were now, in the car on our way home, in TOTAL silence.

"Molly, if you want-" My mom started but I cut her off. She was only trying to help but I was in a bad state and just wanted to go home.

"No mom, it's fine, it's perfectly fine, I just discovered how rare true friends are that's all. I guess I haven't run into one yet. Perhaps I never will..."

She opened her mouth as if she was gonna say something but suddenly closed it. A look of determination set on her face. I didn't know what she was about to do, but as long she was taking me home I didn't genuinely care.

She sped up and missed the turn that leads to our house. We were way past the speed limit now. I could hear the engine rumbling as she raced down the road. Jake and Emma came into view, holding hands. Walking athwart the road.

My mom hit them and they flew up in the air. Blood splattered on our windowpane and back windowpane before they came back into view. Both fell to the ground, Emma's neck snapped and Jake was lagging towards her.

I was enraged, how could my mom do this right now. Luck unquestionably hated me. I wanted to get home fast and this isn't supporting that at all. "MOM!" I shouted.

She turned her head towards me with an innocent expression on her face. Jake was now shaking Emma's body causing her blonde curls to drop slightly off her shoulder and on the road, by the way his whole body was red beside his black hair, it was apparent he was yelling her name out.

"Yes sweety?" my mom asked in a cheerful voice, but I was not having it. She knew precisely what was bothering me, yet she decided to do it nevertheless.

"YOU MISSED THE TURN!" I shouted at her. She had a look of offense on her face.

"Well, I thought we could get some ice cream because of what-"

"Mom, I just want to go home! Please, I really want to go to bed!"

She let out a defeated sigh and reversed. The sickening sound of bones cracking was heard as she backed up. Then we were back on track.

"Crazy," I said, my mom, had the insane idea that I desired ice cream?