"Do we really have to leave?" Mellody asked. Her bonde curls swaying as she turned backwards in her seat.
"Yes, Mellody, we do. Grow up. France will be more fun anyway. " Mother replied, only one hand on the steering wheel, looking at her Blackberry. That always made Mellody angry, having seen so many TV car crashes start by the driver not looking, Mother not caring a bit. But Mother can't be bothered to look away from her lifeline.
"Okay..." Mellody frowned and looked out the window at her house -- old house, now-- fading by the mile. So many memories, and Mother seemed to have no issue dropping it at a moment's notice. Eleven years, and not a blink of an eye while signing the documents to write off her home.
She definitely knew how to push Mellody's buttons. Of course, she never had any problems thinking of ways piss her mother of either. A "Love-hate relationship", they called it. Mellody was starting to get hungry, so she looked around for a Taco Bell sign. Nada.
"Mother? Can we stop for lunch? I'm starved... Mother? Mother?! MOTHER!! GAWD!!!! MO-THERRR!!!!!!!!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO IMPORTANT, MELLODY ANN, WHAT?! I AM ON THE FREAKING INTERSTATE! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M--"
... Everything went black. Numb...
