Cancelling the Move

Cancelling the Move: Chapter 2

When I woke up this morning I had a grin plastered on my face. The plan! I sit on my bed for a while before I really got up. I went into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. My hair is a mess. I looked myself in the my blue eyes which I inherited from my dad. And then I untangled my wavy black hair, just like my mom's. Except hers is always neat and tidy.

Then I shifted to the pyjamas I was wearing. With what I wear to school daily, I don't think Brianna would even look at me. Do I really have the nerve to talk to the clique of girls? Let alone looking into Brianna's blue eyes! I shook my head and went to the closet. I tried to find something that Brianna would wear to school. God, what am I saying? My closet is like a mini junk yard to her

"Mom!" I yelled for my mom who was downstairs making breakfast.

"Yes, honey?" she answered calmly, as always.

"Do you know any pretty clothes that I can wear to school?" I asked.

Now, I'm pretty sure you feel disgusted and thinking why am I asking my mom. Well, she's a thirty-three years old woman that looks like a hot lady in her twenties. She wears pretty dresses that you would see in those lomo photos-- very vintage. She's tall and her legs are very long. Sometimes I wonder if she's even my mom... She's so much prettier than me!

"Hmm... how about that knee length dress with the floral prints that we bought last week?" my mom suggested. "Wear the buttoned cardigan over it, since it's sleeveless!"

"I'm not wearing that--" suddenly I paused. Disagreeing with my mom is a bad idea. For the past years I've been disagreeing with my mom about what should I wear to school, and look what situation I'm in? A loser. Mom knows better what Brianna would wear, anyway. So I replied, "Good idea, mom."

After I've finished changing, I took mom's empty brown tote bag and went downstairs to have breakfast. She won't mind if I borrow, she's like my sister. She told me she owes me a lot for not giving me any siblings and that it's all her fault because the doctors said that she couldn't have any more babies after I was born. She told me I used to have an older sister, but my mom had a miscarriage. We don't talk about it much because she'll have a breakdown.

It's still six in the morning. I got two hours before school starts. I texted Veronica even though she's probably sleeping right now. She's not a morning person, unlike me. I like walking to school with the dews still on the leaves and grass.

Write new text message:

Hey girl gmornin js wna say haiii b4 i go to schl kk bye! p/s: wake up u lzy ass!

And then I clicked 'send'.

"Morning, mom, dad." I said, while taking a sip of the cold milk. I took a bite of the waffle while looking at my parents who were sitting right infront of me.

"Morning, pumpkin." my dad replied. "What's up with the dress? It's so not... My kiddo."

"I just thought of changing my style, that's all. Besides, my old style made me got bullied." I confessed.

They both dropped their waffles, and jaws.

"You were bullied," my mom asked. "and you never told us?" my dad continued. They both finish each others' sentences sometimes, like a perfect match from heaven. Well that's true, they were best friends since they were toddlers.

"Well it's no biggie, I mean, they just tease my sense of--"

"It is a hug 'biggie', missy!" my dad yelled. Sheesh. The bullying didn't even hurt me, so why do they care so much?

I didn't say anything back, just in case I would offend them. They are my parents after all. No matter how rude I can be to everyone else I can never be rude to them, they are the people that gave me my life. After I've finished my waffles and milk, I told my parents, "Bye, you two. I'll get going now." I kissed them both on the cheeks like what I always do when I'm about to go to bed.

I closed the door behind me, and without me knowing, I was already halfway to school. Which means I'm near Veronica's house.

I've arrived at Veronica's. Yet no sign of her family awake. Because her house doesn't have fences or anything, I just walked into their family's yard and followed the stone pathway and finally standing under a tree at her backyard. "Veronica! Wake up!" I screamed while climbing on the ladder of her treehouse. I chose the wrong day to wear platforms. I went there because that's where she always sleeps when there's guests or when she's having a fight with her parents who she defines as such cruel creatures... Yet so weirdly related to her.

I know her too much.

I can see her hugging her pillow wrapped under her blanket through the ladder. I didn't want to go inside, so I just took a pillow near me and threw it at her.

"Who the hell..." she was half asleep.

"Girl! It's nine o'clock, we're late!" I lied.

"What?!" she asked with her I Just Woke Up voice. She quickly sat on her thin pink mattress. I don't know how she can sleep on that thing. She checked herself in the mirror turned around to ask me, "How's my breath? Does it smell? Because if it smells then I have to go in the house and brush my teeth and--"

"It smells just fine, Ronnie!" I lied again. "No come on, bitch!"