Strung

Mommy Dearest

9:30 am
Bullworth Plaza

Slight Trigger Warning... If my writing is even that good to trigger anyone... Mentions of blood and abuse.. way later in the chapter. I promise you this will lighten up.

Classes have been canceled today, due to the events that have taken place last night. The girls are a little upset at me and Gary is trying to tarnish my reputation. I'm stuck with him and trying to convince him not to spill my secret. "Gary, please I'll do anything for you do not tell anyone about this."

I am mere minutes away from having a fucking panic attack, I-i ran into my mother just last night, I got caught stealing panties, all of the girls are just a few snaps away from disliking me and my whole life will be ruined. I'm not ready to get shunned again. I did this to myself. I should've kept quiet. "Anything?" We've been in this situation before. Gary apparently has the attention span of a retarded cat and the memory of someone's dying senile grandmother who cannot remember her husband as he's telling their life story together. Not a single thing comes up to her!!! She's fucking senile!! "Yes, Smith. Anything." At this point I'm desperate. I don't know what it is. "If I have to keep you quiet... I'm willing to do anything..."

"Be my girlfriend." Why? I find him incredibly attractive, but I don't want anyone right now. So what, I said I would do anything. It can't be bad. "Is there a reason?" He nods. "You're going to love this one. I need you to sit for this." Well, what do you know, I'm standing at a bench anyway. I sit down and prepare myself. "Ever since you arrived here, my dearest friend, Hopkins. Has fallen very hard for you. And! I'd like to crush that." This sounds petty. Why isn't always petty shit? "But he's like your friend? How could you?" I lower my head onto the table and scream quietly.

"Yeah, sure whatever. I'll be your girlfriend. Just don't show me off or give me any pet names." "Nope. Sorry. I have to do that. This is what I want. This is what you need. Don't do what I want, you don't get what you need." Whoever is listening in on this will be needing lots and lots of subtitles. "Va mourir. Connard.'' -Go die. Bastard.- "Aw. I love you too." "Tu ne m'aimes pas." -You don't love me.- I'm so irritated. I'm might draw something or huff a sharpie, if I have one on me. I pulled out a sharpie and started drawing on the bench, Gary is on his phone.

I look around for any authorities and I'm all clear. It's kinda empty here, I hope I don't end up seeing her. "Hello there, Timothy. It's nice to see you." I have her voice stuck in my head. That's all. Nothing of it. "Are you related to her?" Gary asked. I'm not seeing what he's seeing. I don't really care anymore. "I am related to him." Who is he talking to? "I'm not seeing what you're seeing, Smith. Quit messing with me."

"Are you blind, son! I'm your mother! Now get over here and hug me!" I wipe my eyes and stare ahead of Gary. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, red open sore looking lips, many many moles around the neck area, a tooth gap, and a fake spray tan. She reminds me of Trump, only two things, she's not the president and she doesn't have a record for child abuse. I walk up to her and stare at her. She hugs me tightly and leans in my ear. "It's nice to see that you've transitioned, honey." She pinches my cheek. Gary is somewhat shocked by this. I smack her hand off my cheek and walk away from her. Gary catches up with me and pulls me by my hand. "What's wrong with you? She's your own mother, can be less cold-hearted, and show some warmth, or do you want me to tell her your little secret." "It's none of your- Fine, sure. I will."

Gary swings me around and pushes me back to my mother. She glares at me and he sits down to watch. "So! Like I was saying, I'm so happy that you finally transitioned! I'm proud of you, my little guy!" "....." "Always so shy! You need to be more outgoing and less stiff! Like this fine young man here." Gary stands up and gets between us. "Timothy, you should show her around the school! Just because it's a boarding school doesn't mean-/Shut up, Gary." They both smack me in the back of my head. "Be nice!!" She nags.