Eleanor's POV
Silence. That's all I could hear. Silence and the sound of myself chewing. I sat across from my mother in the same spots as we were in this morning for breakfast. Chinese boxes and fortune cookies sat in the middle of our plates, separating our silent bodies. After finishing my bite of chicken fried rice, I pulled together some confidence and was about to speak until my mother decided she wanted to first.
"I saw you checked out an economics book today. That's a good way to start the summer but how about checking out some biology books. That would be a good idea before starting school in the fall. Getting ahead of the game is never a bad idea, Eleanor." I rolled my eyes and told myself I would have to thank Beth at the library soon for knowing my mother would be a psychopath.
"Yeah, I will." I said after setting down my glass of water and pulled out another dose of confidence. "I got a job today."
"Eleanor, I told you didn't need to get a job. Why would you go behind my back and do it anyways?" She set down her fork and crossed her arms.
"Because, I want something to do, mom. I'm tired of being cooped up. I'm eighteen years old, most people I know have had jobs for two years already." She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"And where is this wonderful job at?"
"The Record Shop on Fourth." Her arms uncrossed and she looked at me sternly.
"First, you get a job without my permission and of all places you decided that one? Have you seen the hoodlums who work there, Eleanor? They're not your kind of people."
"What kind of people are my people, mom?" I asked, curious as to what her conceited mind would allow her to say.
"People who are good for you. The kind you'll be going to school with at Brown. You should have gotten a job at the library, if anywhere." She announced and placed her napkin on the table. She shut her eyes and placed her fingers on her temple as though she was getting a headache. That makes two of us, mother.
"Maybe I should just live at the library. It seems I'm there more than I am here." I rolled my eyes and took another bite.
"Someday you'll thank me, Eleanor. I'm doing what's best for you." She stated simply and then stood up from the table and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her.
"Because you seem to know what's the best for everyone." I muttered to myself and rolled my eyes. I picked up a fortune cookie and unwrapped it. I cracked the center, revealing a small piece of paper. I placed one of the pieces of cookie in my mouth and unfolded the paper.
I saw that it listed the Chinese word for golf and a bunch of 'lucky' numbers.
I flipped it over to find the fortune and it read: In order to remain happy, one must change.
I don't know how to change, but I know I need to. To be happy.
*authors note*
i know this is short but i had to put this in for the story to work so please forgive me
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