Intertwined

Chapter 9: Austin's Last First Game

Anastasia's P.o.V.-

My mom takes me to school but then immediantly leaves to go to a drug abuse conference on the other side of town. I head to first block and the rest of the day goes by in a blur. My mom isnt able to give me a ride home since she is at the conference still, so I decide to jog home. It wont take me but fifteen extra minutes if I maintain a steady pace. I can shower and change and by then my mom should be done. Then we can go to Austin's last first game! I shower while listening to music. When I get out I look in the mirror with frustration. If only I wasn't so ugly and fat, maybe then someone would actually love me for me. I decide to put on a bit of makeup with my outfit, which is a bright pastel yellow flowery print croptop with mom jeans. I put on some mascara and a small amount of clear lipgloss. I brush my long hair out and decide to leave it down. I hear my mom honk the carhorn outside queuing me to come outside. I grab my purse and jog downstairs and out the door. I put my headphones in even though I dont have any music playing just to avoid having a conversation with my mom. This is something I find myself doing alot which is kind of sad. In the short fifteen minutes it takes us to get to the school I find myself dozing off. My mom taps my shoulder and we get out the car. The game is packed and it has just started, I notice tons of people with face paint on and our schools name wrote on their stomach. It looks ridiculous but I find myself smiling as I glance over all the happy people. It is crazy how these are the days I find myself wishing would never end, and I dont even really like soccer. I out of habit look behind me quickly. When I look back in front of me I almost bump into Maye. She stutters as if she is about to acknowledge me but she quickly brushes past me without saying a word. It makes me sad that the girl I used to call my bestfriend cant even talk to me about her very obvious pain. I keep walking even though I want to chase after her. I sit at the bottom of the bleachers next to some other sophomores I dont really know. The game ends pretty quick. We absolutely kicked the other teams ass and the score shows it. My brother tells my mom he is gonna go out with the guys and probably wont be home till later and my mom just agrees. She would never let me do that I think to myself rolling my eyes at how much freedom Austin is given.

"Hey Ana, why dont you take your old car to get gas since you are gonna have to start driving it again." Mom says.

I groan.

"Sure Mom, sure." I say with attitude needing to get away from my perfect family.

We manuever through the crowd and get to my moms car. My dad wasn't able to make the game due to a last minute call; which didnt surprise me because this happened quite often. It has gotten pretty chilly outside so when I get home I grab a hoodie and head out to the garage to face my fears.
I examine the car, it doesnt look like it did after the accident. I caress the hood of the car and run my fingers down the side of it. I go around the back and see a dent in the bumper. I shiver at the thought of how that dent got there. I go back the the drivers side and open the door. The moment of truth.  I can do this, I tell myself as I start the engine. And like that I am on the way to get gas.