You're Not Enough

Chapter 59

"How was school? Did you have any problems? How did you feel?" My mother asks back to back as she drives down the street.

"It was fine. I feel the same."

"Well, sometimes it takes a while for the medicine to work today is just the first day." She says. "How was stem?"

"It was good. We picked out the wheels for the robot today."

"That sounds fun." She says with enthusiasm in her voice. "So do you guys have competitions and stuff?" She asks.

"Yeah,"

"Well, let me know when your first competition is. I want to be there, your father and me." She says.

"Okay." It's been a while since my parents have come to something for me. Something other than family day at the faculty. They were there every week.

When I played volleyball in middle school, they were not able to come to many games. Out of the whole season, they may have attended one game...separately. They rarely were in town at the same time.

The rest of the car ride to the mall is silent. My mother has asked me a few questions, and I responded with one-word answers. I can't stop thinking about what Olivia and Selena told me.

I didn't believe them at first; I still don't. I mean, I didn't hear anything about Ryder and Ashely getting back together if they really did I'm sure the whole school would've talked about it. But I heard nothing.

Olivia and Selna said that they heard Ashely telling some cheerleaders in the bathroom that she and Ryder are back together.

I wonder why he would go back out with her. This time I really thought they were not going to go back out, I mean why would she even take him back, after what Ashely told me about how he broke up with her right after sex, she seemed really hurt by it, but yet she forgave him and took him back. I don't understand.

I'm not mad; that they are back together. I'm kind of happy, relieved. Maybe now he'll leave me alone— for good.

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"How about this?" My mother pulls out a short purple dress. I shake my head, no. She puts the dress back on the rack.

"Okay Okay, what about this?" She pulls out a light blue dress with a yellow belt around the waist. I shake my head no again. She sighs. "Jayda, you have to pick something, we've been here for almost 2 hours, and this is the last store in the mall."

I stand up from the fancy white chair I'm sitting in. "I don't see anything I like," I say.

"You haven't looked," she says.

I groan.

"I still have to find something for me, so you go on and look for something you like while I try to find me something," she instructs me. We both go our separate ways in the store.

I look on the rack, dress after dress, and I see nothing that I like. Why can't I just show up in jeans and a sweatshirt? Maybe not a sweatshirt that's understandable, Okay jeans and a fancy shirt, like one of the shirts my mother wears to work. I would rather wear that than a dress.

I continue to flip through the hundreds of overly expensive dresses on the rack. I reach the last dress. It's crimson red, long, but form-fitting around the waist, the back is long and the front is short, it has a V cut at the chest part.

I take it off the rack and look at it more. It's nice. I like it. It's not too formal, but it's not too sporty. This will do. "Mom!"

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