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chapter four:
movie night;
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Mom took me out to the movies after our massive food fight as promised. We bought a large popcorn to share and we sat at the very back. The commercials were exceptionally long. I stuff myself with popcorn while my soul drifted far away. I was almost asleep when mom tuck onto my jumper.

I wince as I try my very best to adjust and understand what was going on. Surely, I couldn't have missed the whole movie already. I look up and confirm that the movie was only a few minutes in and the audience in front of us are currently glaring at us, warning us to shut up.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"Nothing, nothing. . I just- I don't think I like this film very much. What do you say if we ditch this crappy movie? " She whispers loudly, making the family infront of us turn around and shush her. I try to suppress a giggle.

"Wait, I thought you wanted to watch a movie with me."

"Ugh, I don't want to anymore." She whines.

"Oh come on, we paid good money for this." I reply, sticking my tongue out at her.

"Please?" She looks at me with those huge puppy dog eyes of hers, luring me into her trap; I must admit, whatever she's doing, she's doing it well. I bet she does this to dad too whenever she wants t- OH MY GOD BAD JOKE. BAD BAD JOKE. Why did I even think of that. Delete, delete, delete.

"Fine." I grumble, rolling my eyes.

"Yay!" She said in her childish voice. She glances at my hand which was still in the popcorn and laughs at me.

"So much for caring about your diet. . Come on, sweets! You can take that with you."

She grabs my hand and drag me outside rather loudly, making people shoot us unpleasant glares. Not that glaring was and is ever pleasant. I ignore them, continuing to follow my mother to wherever she plans to take me. We burst out of the double doors, fresh warm air blowing against my pale skin. I think I- I think we, my mom and I, need to work on our tan. As we walk through the crowd, I could see the smirk on her face. The one she puts on when she has a brilliant idea.

"Mom where are we-"

"Shhhh! I don't need no complainin' coming from you today." She cuts me off, quickly silencing me with a finger.

"We're almost there." She giggles, her eyes lighting up.

She leads me into a local pizza parlour, her smile widening as she orders two pepperoni pizza.

"I thought that you said that you wanted to watch a movie? Why are we out here having pizza?"

"Because I want to spend more time with you. You know, to talk. I mean, we obviously can't do the talking inside the theatre." She laughs, rolling her eyes.

"Talk about what?"

"About you, and life and college and. . fears."

"Mom, I'm not scared. ." I giggle, rolling my eyes as I look away.

"I'm not saying that you're scared, you're just. . . I don't know, nervous." It came out more of a question than a statement.

"Which is perfectly normal when you know that there are. . big plans ahead."

"Did you feel ever like what I'm feeling now when you were younger and famous and stuff?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I was nervous!"