Why me? Why them?

Chapter 3 - Terrah

I'm just putting out there, I'm a mother in a really strange friend group.

Not literally of course.

You know how in a good friend group, there's always that one person (or if you are that person) who looks after everyone else in the friend group, like giving away food when someone asks it and needs it, or making sure that when someone looks down that they are okay, or the one that gives away their jumper to a friend who is cold. That's me.

Donta is basically the reasonable "father" in our group, doing basically the same things I do except being a little blunt when it comes to certain topics to teach the others a way of thinking. Or cracking a really bad - no horrible - joke that only the boys find funny, what's with that by the way?

And Sharayah is more like a little sister of the whole group, who sometimes acts older when she sees fit. She basically supplies the group with ideas and provides support, love and happiness to us when we feel down and yeah. But the best part is that she is really loyal towards us and isn't judgmental, and if she was judgmental, she doesn't say anything about it.

And then there's James. I love him dearly for his uniqueness and talents. But nobody can disagree that I don't also love him for his devilish looks. Despite that, James is loyal towards me and doesn't see anyone else as anything other than friends, even if they don't see the same way. He likes to help whenever he can. But the whole group has to look over him in order to make sure that he is okay with his mental illnesses. Only two if I remember correctly, but that doesn't matter, all I'm trying to say is that James is extremely lovable and a big sweetheart.

Why am I stating these things?

Because, as my responsibility as the mother I'm going to make sure that everyone has a good time at the ghost hunting get-together, and even though I had claimed that ghost hunting is unpredictable, I actually don't think anything will happen. I don't believe in ghosts or the dead or any of that crap, there are only the superstitions and there's no proper evidence that they exist. It's something that Donta and I agree upon. But we keep our mouths shut for the little ones... mentally little ones.

Rubbing my head for the fourth time tonight, I stare at the blue screen, rereading the same ol' thing for the fourth time, annoyed that my thoughts had traveled elsewhere. I need to focus in order to finally get accepted into my dream job. Well, to start to become an apprentice for my dream job and then get my dream job afterwards. Ugh.

My eyes drifted over my bed with their sheets fashionably placed perfectly with the acceptations of the wrinkles I was creating, my pillows are covered in fluff and sequins, that matched the wardrobes and walls, which were also covered in lights and sequin covered things. My whole room was matching now that I'm thinking about it, with the main theme being forest green paint, and green sequins. The walls were slathered in pop stars, quotes, reminders, hanging pots with plants and photos of my besties. All of it being presentable of course! Can't look like some unorganized weirdo, now can I?

Oh, wait. Sharayah's an exception...

And James...

And Donta... Kinda...

Never mind then. I can't say anything.

I turn my attention back onto the screen. My thing isn't due until Wednesday, I guess I could do it tomorrow, it won't hurt anyone right? And besides, I have a very special event that needs to be prepared, surely that's more important than something I can always do later. Closing the screen, I shift towards the edge of the bed. The smell of lavender emitting from the liquids in bottles around the room traveled sweetly around the room, giving the green room a calming aurora. Standing up I neatly rearranged the blankets and pillows in a stylish manner, the soft fabrics familiar in my hands. I could hear the soft hum of the fan beating at the hot air, giving a soft and gentle breeze to blow in my hair that then blew into my face. Hmm... That might've messed up my hair...