TO HAVE OR HAVE NOT

CHAPTER 2

THOHN 2: 1- 1843

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I woke up late today and I immediately got to panic mode. Today is some day I would love to stay home and hide calling in sick. I don't have Rachel's confidence. I don't know what I'll do the moment everyone's eyes are on us. On... Me. I have never really been a sucker for attention or popularity but Rachel said we have to do this. I just have to say, this is going to be one long senior year and I don't like that. I dread stepping in school with my makeover appearance. My hair was now white from sandy blonde. Like Kaleesi from GoT white. I had more skirts and dresses in my tiny closet from my vast number of T-shirts and jeans pants then sweatpants and shirts. Rachel said to wear an off shoulder almost white blue crop top with a short denim skirt that is an inch or two below my mid - thigh . Little black boots with colorful fake gems all over. I feel naked and exposed. And that I should not bring a jacket or sweater with me because I have to 'freeze and shine ' her words.

I wasn't kidding when I said I don't want to leave the house. I know my parents would be surprised when they see me this morning.

"Tiff you won't die. " Is Rachel's favorite song. And I can hear it in my head mocking me.

So I grudgingly walk to the door and turn the knob, open the door and peek out in the hallway. Coast is clear so I go grab my bag ,a hoodie and walk downstairs. It is for the best if I talk to them both at once and get all this over with. It is not as easy as it sounds. But Rachel said I won't die, right? Our house is small such that once I'm at the last step I could hear my father's booming laughter and my mom's squealing happily. Yeah these two can be very full of energy very early in the morning. Every morning. I wonder how I'm their kid because I am definitely not a morning person. And I too don't talk or do the crazy things they are always down to. And they call me the teenager.

I walk into the kitchen shortly and see my parents with their backs to me. They are leaning close to each other their sides touching. I clear my throat. They fall silent immediately and turn around to look at me. Dad's jaw drop to the tiled floor . His warm hazel eyes widening . Mom squeals some more hurriedly scrambling from her seat to come to me. She holds my wrists and twirls me around severally making me a little dizzy.

"Now you have finally grown up. " Dad comments nodding in approval.

"Yeah finally she wore clothes teenagers wear. I was starting to question her gender and age. I know we are her parents but you know, can't be sure with kids these days. But now look at you looking like a piece of hot just out of the oven snack and not like the one who made the snack. I've cleaned nicer than you before and I'm the mother here... " Mom won't shut up so I tune her out.

Dad nods or smiles or mumbles something to agree with mom but all I can see is her mouth moving and her hands thrown in the air occasionally. Her facial expressions changing from time to time too. Her voice a mere distant slow mo rumble . Then a sharp ding dong cut through the air and she finally stops talking.

"I gotta go." I say quickly looking down at her cause she is shorter than I am.

She reaches just my shoulders. Packs of marrying a tall guy, huh? You forget your kids could grow taller than yourself.

"Take care honey. " Dad offers with a smile pulling me in for a hug.

Mom joins the hug shortly.

"Go conquer those hearts and break some. God, I can't believe you are my baby. All beautiful and smart and strong and... " And she starts again.

So I walk away letting her keep talking and let me tell you she doesn't stop. She in fact start yelling at my retreating back. I open the door and step out noticing Rachel leaning casually on the bonnet of my car which was now coated a neon green. "It's the color everyone is going with these days. " Rachel had said. True but I liked my car black thank you. But my protests were of course not strong enough because well now...