Tales of a Not-so Typical Teenager

Chapter Seven

♛ Chapter Seven ♛

Dear Stanley,  March 21

     I didn’t go to school today, or yesterday.  Thaisyn and Reese keep coning over, only or my mom to send them away.

     Seth keeps texting and calling me.  I got so irritated to the point of shutting my phone off and hiding it under my bed.  My mom keeps trying to check on me, Stanley.  She told me to move on.  I miss Logan and Carsyn.

     I tried to move on, but can’t. Every time I try to get up out of bed, I collapse into a pit of sorrow.  My mom just knocked on the door.

     “Honey?” she called.

     “Yeah, Mom?”  I answered

     “Don’t you want some real food?  You can’t live on gummy worms and Doritos.”  She caringly offered.  “Watch me” I thought.

     “No thanks, Mom.”

     “Well how about we go to the store?”  she offered.

     “No I can’t.”  I groaned

     “And why is that?” she asked, opening the door.

     “The pillows have accepted me as one of their own.  If I get up now I might lose their trust.”  I whined.

     “Oh, ha-ha” she sarcastically replied.  “Cassie Ann Roberts, get out of that bed now!”

     “They’ll think I’m an intruder when I come back!  They’ll think I’ve left them for the couch cushions, Mom!”

     “Get up now!”  She pulled the blanket from around me and I think I heard a pillow scream in fright.  She yanked on my sheet and I came tumbling off the bed and onto my floor. I groaned again and rolled under my bed with my feet sticking out like those girls in the horror movies.  I was dragged out by a scary creature.  She just so happened to be the one who bathed me. 

     After two hours of fighting about clothes and eating choices and whether or not I was going anywhere, I was in the car.  I sat in the passenger seat with my pajamas, unbrushed hair, bunny slippers and a cookie in my hand.  My mom decided to take heart for ice cream.  She bribed me with a frozen dairy treat, like a little kid.

     We arrived at the local Baskin Robins. Little did I know what my mom had planned.  And Stanley, I was not happy about it!  I went in and the small chubby lady took my order.  A large cookie dough cone with caramel syrup and Reeses pieces on top.

     I sat down at the little window-side table, as my mom had waited in the car.  The door bell rang and I glanced at the door.  In walked a tall man I know so well.  Seth.  My mom set me up!  I looked down at my hands then out the door to my mom in the car.  She looked at me with an expression that said, “Ooh, sorry. But I’m not”  I shot my mom a look of doom!  I then start to fret about my choices of today.  Pajamas, ratty and old.  Bunny slippers that weren’t so white anymore.  My hair was unbrushed.  Gosh, I was a wreck!!  I began combing my hair with my hands in an attempt to fix my rat’s nest.

     He took a seat at the table and was facing me.  I just glared at him.

     “Cassie, you look great.” he said uneasily.

     “No, I don’t”  I replied.  I was so ready for my ice cream.

     “Cassie you always look gr-.”  he started.

     “Seth, stop.  Why are you here?”  I interrupted, with a look of total disgust.

     “I-I came to apologize-”  I interrupted him again,  “Well, save it!”  I started to stand.

     “Cassie” he grabbed my shoulders.

     “No!”  I yelled as I jerked away from him.  “I don’t care anymore!”

     Stanley, from that moment on, I hated Seth Martin.  And there was nothing that could change that.

     I walked to the counter, threw a ten and grabbed my cone.  I walked out the door, with the bell ringing behind me.  I got in the car, as silence fell around me.  I still had a view of Seth from the passenger seat.  He looked in my eyes through the window of the ice cream shop.  I glared at him, then put my visor down.  My mom backed up the car.  

        “Why?”  I asked when we were on the road.  She looked over at me sadly, and looked back to the road.

         “I thought you two should talk, work things out.”  she replied quietly.  

        “Mom! He cheated on me when he thought I wouldn’t be coming to that party.  I told him that I wouldn’t come, just to be cute.  It really showed me his true colors.”  I squeaked.  “Was there a real reason he did it?  Or was he just doing it because he could?”  Silence filled the car.

     “Did something like this ever happen to you, Mom?”  She didn’t answer for a while.  She pursed her lips and pulled over.  She turned the car off.  Once again, it was silent.  There were a few sprinkles that hit the windshield, the clouds started moving in and they darkened.

     “Cassie, your father isn’t the only man I have ever loved.  In high school, much like yourself, there was a certain jock that caught my eye.  His name was Chandler.  He hosted a party, but I told him I couldn’t come because my grandma was coming to visit.  When my grandma called and cancelled, I went over to Chandler’s house.  He was cheating on me with Vanessa, some girl that was on the cheer team.”  She stopped and the rain picked up.  “My mom was smart, she made me talk to him.  Chandler had been drunk, as always.  But we’ve met up as adults. You should see him now, see what he’s become.”

     “Is he a pathetic, lowlife drunk, that sleeps on the streets?”  I asked, hopefully.  

        “Well, no, he’s a wealthy bank owner,”  I throw my hands in the air.  “But that’s not the point”  she defended. “He treated me badly, we talked it out and became friends.  But if I hadn’t out of that relationship, I would never have met your father.  And you would not have been born."

        “That’s true.” And that was the end of the conversation.

         Stanley, I'm going to go to school tomorrow, my mom even said I am going to eat real food tonight. I'm thinking lasagna. I'm going to try to talk to Seth soon, but not too soon. 

That's all for today Stanley.

Yours truly,

Cassie Roberts