Destroyed

One

"Promise, wake up!!" My mom called from the kitchen. I groaned but quickly hopped out of bed. I've learned my lesson from not getting up when I'm supposed to.

Last time, my mom got my dad to dump a bucket of fish guts on me from the last time he went fishing. Which hasn't been for a month. I had to take a shower three times a day for two weeks to get the smell out of my hair.

And don't even get me started on my bedroom.

I quickly went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I then raced back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I decided on wearing my new blue and white 96 Jersey dress with my white hightop converse. The dress was really fitted and really short. It stopped mid-thigh.

This outfit was nothing like my basic skinny jean, sweatshirt look. I was turning eighteen today and my best friend Ryan said that I should dress up. Whatever that means.

I put on a little bit of pink lipstick, and decided to let my chocolate brown waves fall down my back just a bit past my butt in some places. I haven't cut my hair in four years. Except to get it trimmed. I quickly grabbed my phone and ran downstairs.

" Hey, mom" I said. She had her back to me and was making my birthday chocolate chip pancakes.

" Hey, sweetie" she replied and turned around to face me. Her jaw dropped and so did the spatula she was holding.

" Mom, you good?" I asked.
She quickly shut her mouth and said, " Honey you, you look like a girl."

"Oh, um, thanks, I guess?" I was shocked. Do I really look that bad everyday? Mabye I should change my worobe like Ryan suggested.

That's when my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a message from Ryan. Speak of the devil.

Ryan: What's up? What are you wearing to school today. If you come in here looking like a sack of potatoes, I swear I will murder you where you stand.

Me: I'm not telling you. Just know that my mom said that I look like a girl today.

Ryan: Halleluyer. Your mom has good taste. Surprisingly. Being that she's a mom. Wait. Are you wearing tennis shoes?

Me: yep😜
Ryan: Just because I'm gay does not mean that I don't have style. Tennis shoes Will ruin the outfit.

Me: I'll be fine. You haven't even seen it yet. I have to go bye.

Ryan: Fine. Bye. See you at school. I hate you😝

Me: Back at you.

" Promise. Who was that?" My mom asked. I forgot she was in the room.

" Ryan." I replied. Then I sat down at the table to eat.
*****
I got into my car after my mom took a million photos and arrived at school.

I gave myself a pep talk then got out of the car. I half walked half sprinted up the strps and into the building where Ryan was waiting for me. He took one look at me and started screaming.

" Promise. Giiiirrrlll. You look hot. If I wasn't gay I would get all up in them panties." Everyone in the building turned towards me with pure shock on their faces.

"Ryan. Shut up!!" I whisper yelled.

"No can do. The shoes actually bring the outfit together."

" I told you." I said victoriously.

" Oh shut up. So I was wrong."

" Oh. My. God. Did Ryan Michaels just admit to being wrong?"

" Shut up." He said then we walked to our lockers, got our stuff, then walked to out first bell together.