September 1991, school, sex, drinking, drugs, being the new kid, parties, death, pregnancy scares, homophobia, STD's, sports, fashion, parents, fights, abuse, cheating, just some of the turbulent challenges any regular teen faces in the quiet New Ha...
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A/N: This chapter will be in two parts
Another academic week had blissfully passed by, a week Hermione Gomez had been anticipating the weekend that followed, even more so now as she began to pack with Alice, Mary and Sierra all present in her room.
Three days alone with Hiram, escaping the chaotic town and enjoying some much needed peace and solitude, and possibly much more, up in his family's prestigeous four bedroom lake house, if only that was what she had told her parents, who were under the impression that she was preparing for a junior church retreat upstate.
Nevertheless, Hermione hiding the majority of her social endavours was just the norm in the Gomez household.
Born into a devout Catholic family, she had learnt from a young age to keep certain parts of her life to herself and how to bend the rules every now and then and make things work in her favour. It's just one of the things parents of a stricter nature fail to acknowledge and share when discussing their parenting, that their methods most times creates expertly sneaky and secretive children who can hide so much.
Fortunately for Enrique and Regina Gomez, Hermione wasn't a complete teenage tearaway or a wild child, she would just dabble in some mischievous behaviours every now then like every teenager in town, although she knew kids from her family's church who made Alice look like a nun.
But despite all this, she still followed the Catholic faith, attended Church every Sunday, prayed often, sought God in her most dire times. She may not have necessarily followed it in the traditional sense, nor did she believe in all its teachings and values but the same applied to many Christians across the globe, and she didn't think it made her any less of a good Catholic woman, her parents however thought very differently.
Their worlds and environments were the complete opposite after all. Her father, Enrique Gomez immigrated from Mexico in the late 60s, along with her three uncles and aunt when they were all not much older than she was, and he had worked hard, tooth and nail from a young age to provide for his family and give them everything, hence why he's the successful businessman he is today. He lived by the old saying of working hard gets you far in life and attributed his success to keeping his head down, staying focused and never being lead astray in his youth, and he instilled those traditional values into his daughter.
Unfortunately, this just lead Hermione to feel pressure to live up to her parents standards, and being an only child added to the pressure to not disappoint, but she was a product of her environment, and sometimes she felt she was in a constant battle with herself, having to pick between being the ideal Catholic girl and the typical Western American teen.
"You're not taking that, are you?" Alice asked in hidden disgust, her top lip flaring up and her brows furrowing together as she eyed up the black velvet long sleeved cleavage covering dress Hermione held to her chest.
She was normally the fashion forward go to girl that had people queuing up around the block for style advice, seeing as her wardrobe was a little less traditional for the average 17 year old girl, but she knew a major outfit disaster when she saw it.
