Pale and thin hands, trembling at the sound of a knock. The feeling of not knowing who was behind the massive wooden door was killing me inside, but I knew if I opened it, it would be a whole new array of feelings. Let's break it down, if it was Felix behind the door, there was no doubt in my mind that his parents would be right behind him ready to yell and scream at me and my mother for jeopardising his precious future, the future he didn't even want for himself. Potentially it could be the cops behind the door, looking for someone to answer their questions, and that special someone would be me. The most unlikely and highly impossible idea could be that behind the heavy door in the brisk morning, would be my father with a stern look on his face, a face of disappointment or a face of anger. Any of the 3 options would be bad for me and wouldn't end well at all. I braced myself, Susie walked to the door ahead of me and decided to pull it open with a massive force.
"Hello Mrs Dullard, your new package has just come in today" the small little delivery man in his yellow vest and neon motorbike.
"oh yes, the new kettle, uh thank you, so um very much" the cold air was getting to her head, she couldn't even spit out a sentence. Poor Susie.
"no worries, Mrs Dullard, hope you enjoy your tea"
"what!" mom spat out, straight towards the poor delivery man.
"thhee the, the ne-ew kettle" he was about to sprint away from moms harsh tone, now I was feeling poor postman.
"oh yes, right" mom apologetically said
"goodbye" he practically ran as mom shut the door as quick as possible.
She huffed and puffed all the way to the kitchen to place her new kettle right on the stove, boiling herself some water, and prepping her cup for a nice warm tea. I ran into the cupboard and reached to the very top shelf to get the box of biscuits we have, all nice and evenly arrayed in their flavours. I reached for the mint one being my favourite and gave mom a plate of her favourite and she smiled, she lifted her head from her morning book about bees and smiled at me. We didn't need a long conversation to know that I was so so so sorry for be a stupid teenager and did something I regrated she understood me, like no one else. That's why I could never hurt her, I could never lie to her, or make her feel bad for anything, because she was the only thing in my life that would stay beside me.
"mom I'm really sorry"
"sorry isn't going to cut it, El"
"but mom, no one got hurt- well kind of"
"Ella, not the time for your stupid jokes"
she stormed off to her bedroom, with her earl grey tea and new book about planting and growing tomatoes. My mother was an avid reader about all thing's nature. Books about caring for bees, she's probably already read it. Short story about picking dandelions, she has that word for word. She was a nerd for nature and that just made me love her more, she would always drag me outside on a sunny and wonderful day and make me stand, in my pyjamas and fluffy Ugg boots, and look at the trees and grass and sunflowers. She would say these 3 words that would stick every time she said them in a soft and angelic tone.
'shine like them peaches, sweet cheeks' grow like them peaches huh? Confusing as heck right. Well I knew exactly what she meant, we had this long on-going myth about how peaches were the inferior fruit and had magical healing powers. Dad thought mom was off her chops and threatened to send her to a mental hospital about 8 times. The peaches that grew in our old house, in our old town, where I used to play and sing with my friends, the old town where I had learned to ride my bike and lost 3 of my first teeth. That old town I choose to forget about, it was pointless even reminiscing about it, it didn't have any value for me or my mother.
7:04 am, in bright neon colours, hanging above my doorframe. 7 fricken am, my room was filled with gushes of cold air, and bad memories. I had shivers constantly going down my back from, I didn't want this room anymore, the pale-yellow walls didn't give me happiness anymore they just made me feel a whole new shade of blue. The big collage of pictures I had found at the farmers market didn't make me smile every time I stared at them, I just felt hopeless and like I was worth it. The medium sized cream double bed, with the comfiest bed sheets and pillow sat in the middle of my room with a whole array of throw pillows and blankets thrown right on top, the two mismatched wooden bed side tables with some paint splatter on them gave me fond memories of when me and mom first started furnisher shopping with 104 dollars to spend, and a mission. We were determined that day and I still remember it so vividly. Mom would make me go up to random peoples house and ask if they have any spare furniture they didn't use anymore, and bingo that's how we scored the paint splatter bed sides tables, the old chair in the living room with cat hair placed all over it, even the orange fridge in our colourful kitchen was from a lovely lady around 16 houses down who now comes over every 2ndSunday for a special town roast and drink. I had a range of different books and new articles sitting on the bed side tables, with a number of old drink bottles and bamboo straws and these two oversized lights.
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Peaches within Him
Teen Fictionhe was a peach, sweet as they come, filled with juicy secrets, how could you resist a peach? the answer is to be continued like every good book.
