Miss Jones

Perfect Life???

Amber's POV:

I woke up in the morning with the sun shining on my face and me, waking up with a smile on my face, as I reminisced on yesterday's events. I stretched out in my bed as I sat up straight going straight for my phone. I know it's kinda early but a girl needs to check on her phone at least twice a day. Well, it might be the case for other girls, but for me, I would like to surf one my phone at least ALL THE TIME!!!!!!

When I unlock my phone, I see that I have received a message from 'Crazy Stupid Wolf'. I smile as I remember the moments that we shared together in his classroom before the bell rang. I  can't believe that even after 16 years, he still remembers me AND on top of that tells me that he loves me........ I then go ahead to open the message that he sent and my heart warms at his sweet yet corny words:

Hey princess! Just wanted to check up on you, since it's only been a few hours that we just met. If you get the chance to see this message, just know that stay happy. Put a smile on your pretty face as it makes you look even more beautiful. Lastly, keep your witchy powers at bay.😉. I love you. xx Wolfy Boy.

I literally laughed out loud at the made up name that he kept for himself. He really is a stupid wolfy. But I can't deny that he is my stupid wolfy. I thought as I kept my phone back on my nightstand, swung my legs to the edge of the bed, stretched once more and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After I did my morning routine, I went to my closet to find something pretty to wear. I know that I am trying to look pretty but it's not to impress someone....... Or is it??

Shaking my head out of my most absurd thoughts, I chose to wear a floral dress that reached till my knees, my stockings since I am going to be riding my bike, paired with my trusty leather jacket and combat boots. Since it was still early in the morning, like about 7:30, so I decided to curl my hair with my flat iron. I learnt how to curl my hair when I was 16, and I just went to go out to a nearby coffee shop to have a latte, when I asked my mom to teach me how to do my hair like her. Yeah, my mother has the most gorgeous curly hair that, to my surprise, is curled. Yet, it doesn't look like she did anything special to her hair.....

I still remember that day when she taught me with her sweetest voice, step by step, and would teach me with patience and kindness when I don't get it, since I was a tomboy and more of a fighter, and I still am, just with a hint, about 10-20%, of girly-ness when necessary, like with my mom and my stupid wolfy, aka, Sebastian. Still have a soft spot for these two eh? Oh shut up, stupid conscience!

After I finally got ready, with my light foundation, liner and lip balm consisted look, I finally head downstairs to have an amazing breakfast with my mother. But as soon as I came to the bottom of the stairs, I stopped when I saw my mother's hunched and shaking back. I frowned, thinking of the possibilities of the reasons behind my mother's sorrow, other than that devil whom I call dad, who is dead. Then, who could it be?

As I slowly approach my mother, I could hear my mother's faint sobs that break my heart, as I swore to not let my mother cry, at any circumstance, after that bastard's death. That asshole got what he deserved when he got his death wish: to burn in hell, in agony...... I then went ahead to ask my mother by putting a hand on her shoulder:

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked with a soft voice after which she turned to face me and I gasped and almost broke down at the condition of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was red and her face was stained with tears. When I gave her a worried glance, she didn't say anything and just kept sobbing as she clung to me. I, on instinct, hugged her back tightly as I whispered reassuring words to her and kept kissing her on her head. Right now, nothing else matters. Just me, my mother and her cries of agony and pain. I can't  believe that for the first time in five years, my mom is crying......