City Gurl

Chapter Eight

"Where the hell were you?!" Screams Mom.

I had just gotten back from Dunkin Donuts with Harry. We had eaten donuts and coffee and talked. It was very relaxing. But now Mom is screaming at me, and that's no fun at all.

"Well, I was at Dunkin Donuts with Bernie's British son and-" I start.

"YOU GOT INTO A STRANGER'S CAR???????" Mom yells.

"Not a stranger. It's Bernie's son, the luggage dude!" I cry, desperate to win this fight.

"Well, you know NOTHING about him!!!!!! I thought I taught you better!"

"Ugh, Mom, come downstairs and talk to Bernie. He'll tell you!" I say, tugging her arm.

"Young lady, I want you to explain yourself RIGHT NOW." Mom says in a threatening voice. "With Bernie or without Bernie."

"I choose with Bernie. Come on!" I tug some more.

"How many times have I told you: NEVER GET IN A STRANGER'S CAR!!!!" Mom shouts, ignoring me completely.

"Can we please go to Bernie???" I plead.

Just then, Keith comes in and surveys the situation.

Out

"I saw her leaving," he says. I shoot him a SHUT UP look.

"No, he didn't. He's making that up, Mom, don't listen to him!" I tell Mom.

But Mom just looks at Keith and says, "Where was she going, do you know?"

"Uh, I dunno, she didn't tell me..." Keith stammers. "But I bet she was only going to get breakfast or something normal like that." Then he shoots me aI TRYING TO HELP YOUR SORRY ASS SO LET ME HANDLE IT, DUMBO.

I almost gasp. Keith Thorn, helping me? What the fuck?

"Mom, she was going to breakfast with a friend. You always let us do that," Keith says.

Mom looks at him. "But this guy is a stranger, Keith. She doesn't know him,"

"Bernie told me to go with him!" I argue. "Go consult Bernie!"

"You shouldn't have listened to him, Evelyn. You know that,"

"Ugh! I'm sorry Mom! Really!" I yell. I with all this screaming, I wonder how Dad stays asleep.

Just then, Dad stumbles out of his room sleepily.

"Wazz goin' on?" He grumbles.

Mom explains the situation to him.

"Evelyn, thas erry bad o' you," Dad snores. Mom glares at him.

"I'm going to get dressed," Dad says, and walks off. "We gotta shop for school."

I groan. I forgot all about that! School shopping. Yeah, real exciting.

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An hour later, we are driving around in the city, looking for a Staples or something. When we do find one, we go inside.

"Oh. My. God," I gasp. The place is huge!

There are rows and rows and row and rows of various things. There's two whole rows for pens alone! Wtf?

I take out my list and scan it. It's the usual. Notebooks, pens, pencils, binders, folders, stuff like that.

I get my notebooks and binders first. There are so many varieties! Since I need five notebooks, I get three regular ones and two flowered ones.

I need three binders, so I get a pink one, a green one, and a purple one.

I need lots and lots of pens, but Mom says only black regular ones. Darn.

After hours and hours of shopping, we head back to the car. I collapse in my seat and let out a sigh a relief.

"Who knew shopping was so exhausting?!" I ask Keith, who is watching Mom and Dad out stuff away.

"I know, right?" He agrees. "But now we have good stuff."

Mom even let us buy new backpacks, which she never, and I mean never, does.

As Mom and Dad get into the car, Dad suggests, "How about a French dinner?"

"YESSSSSS!!!" Me and Keith say in unison. We love French.

I smile a wide smile as the car begins to head to a French restaurant that Mom located. I feel confident enough to do anything, even take down school.

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