"Hey Cammie, good to see you!"
"Hi Mrs Mitchelson, good to see you too. Doing some last shopping I see."
"Yes well, might as well when I have some extra hands with me. You remember Avery, right?"
"Of course! It's been so long since I last saw you. How've you been?"
Her green eyes looked straight into mine and my plan to escape was already terminated. I give her a forced smile and say "I'm good. How bout you?"
"I'm good... I'm glad that you're back. By the way is there any chance I'll see you at the 10 year reunion this weekend?" She gives me a hopeful smile and I can't help but let out a chuckle.
"Ah, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't even invited... so that's one reason." I respond and look down at the jar in my hand.
"We should hurry home honey so I can start with the cooking." My mother cuts in.
"Yeah, we probably should."
"Well it was nice seeing both of you, and I'll swing by later to help with your garden Mrs Mitchelson."
"Dear you know you can just call me Beth, and I'm grateful for your help."
Having tensed up so much after that meeting I'd forgotten to place the jam an celery on the cash register. "Honey you can put those in the bag you know." "Hm... Oh, yeah right." I said snapping out of my thoughts. "Are you okay sweetie?" "Yes mom. Just some work thing that I was thinking about." With that said we drove home and started preparing for dinner. The food was just as good as I remembered it. Afterwards we had some dessert and decided to play Uno. Nothing like a good card game to raise the family competitiveness. It gets intense, mostly between me and my brother. His wife and our mother just laugh at us and our rivalry.
"Mom said that you ran into Cammie at the store."
"She did?" I asked my brother, who was now making us tea.
"Yeah. She also said you acted all weird afterwards."
He was smiling whilst pouring the tea into four muggs.
"It just caught me by surprise. I didn't think she still lived here."
"She did move to another city for a while, I think mom said she lived in London for a while."
"She lived in London and decided to move back to this tiny town."
"I guess this town still has its charms."
"More like it gives you a shit ton of anxiety. Best thing I ever did was move away."
"Ouch sis!"
"Oh shut it, you know what I mean!"
"I get it. Can't say that me and mom don't miss having you here, you know, even though you're a little shit sometimes."
"Aww thanks bro, love you too." I said and ruffled his hair.
We took the cups of tea out to the garden and sat at the patio where his wife and our mom was already sitting and talking. It was a bit cold so I took out some blankets and handed one to my mom and Chelsea, which is the name of my brother's wife. We we're all chatting for a while and it was starting to get a bit darker outside. Chelsea and my brother Josh had just walked inside when I suddenly saw Cammie walking towards us.
For some reason my heart skipped a beat and I was hoping I didn't look as nervous as I felt. Let's be honest I probably did. My mother walked up to her and gave her a hug. They walked over to the small shed house to bring out the supplies. I still hadn't moved and was just planning to walk back inside when my mother called my name. I froze for a second then turned to face her.
"Yes?"
"Do you mind helping Cammie plant these Heather shrubs and snowdrops?"
"Uh... Sure."
I might have looked like a scared deer with headlights flashed towards it, but I was not ready for this. Why was I even panicking so much? This was my home, after all.
"Great, thanks honey. I'll just go lay down for a second, because I'm really starting to feel dizzy."
"You sure you're okay Beth?" Cammie asked.
"Yes dear. It will pass soon."
And with that said my mother was inside the house, leaving me and Cammie outside. I didn't know what to do, so I was just standing there with my arms crossed.
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Leave it in the past
Short StoryI remember it as if it was yesterday. The whispers, the hurtful comments, the intimidating stares. It's all stuck in my head, no matter how old I get, I'm still that scared kid. Sitting in my parent's living-room reminds me of that little kid. I'm 2...