The car, a blue mini van, whipped around the corner I was just about to cross. "WHAT THE...?" I shouted as this blue mini van came to a stop less than a foot from where I was about to cross. I quickly assessed the situation and recalled basic stranger-danger type of scenarios. Okay...if the person comes out of the car and approaches me, I run or attack them, I'll figure that out when I cross that bridge...If the person pulls out a gun and threatens me, I keep my cool and do whatever I have to do to survive...Man, I wish I payed more attention in C4...
The person got out of the car and started walking towards me. I could tell this person was female, tall, wearing dark sun glasses, and boy, did she look really pissed off. Her face was a nasty shade of red. I paled when I recognized my mom coming straight at me looking like an angry rhino with her flared nostrils.
"KIMMI VIOLET WONG. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MAD I AM AT YOU." Her face was turning purple now, since she was screaming so loud. People started coming out of the house to see what the commotion was about.
"KIMMI VIOLET WONG. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MAD I AM AT YOU." Her face was turning purple now, since she was screaming so loud. People started coming out of the house to see what the commotion was about.
"I WAITED FOR 2 HOURS AT YOUR HIGH SCHOOL BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME YOU NEED A RIDE HOME TODAY. I FOLLOWED YOU TO SAM'S HOUSE BECAUSE SOMEONE HERE DIDN'T TELL ME THEY DIDN'T NEED A RIDE HOME. WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME, GAS AND MONEY FOR ME TO PICK YOU UP IF YOU WERE GOING TO WALK HOME INSTEAD? WHY DID YOU MAKE WAIT FOR YOU? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO SHOW UP? YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE. WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?"
"...I'm sorry..." I managed to stutter to my foaming-at-the-mouth mother.
"WELL YOU BETTER BE SORRY. YOU ARE NO LONGER GETTING RIDES FROM ME, AND YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR 6 MONTHS. NO GOING OUT, NO PLAYING ANY GAMES, NO SOCIALIZING AND YOU ARE WALKING TO AND FROM SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS."
"But...what about school projects? It might be a group project!"
"I WILL DISCUSS WITH YOUR TEACHER AN ALTERNATIVE SOLO PROJECT."
"...fine."
"WELL YOU BETTER BE SORRY. YOU ARE NO LONGER GETTING RIDES FROM ME, AND YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR 6 MONTHS. NO GOING OUT, NO PLAYING ANY GAMES, NO SOCIALIZING AND YOU ARE WALKING TO AND FROM SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS."
"But...what about school projects? It might be a group project!"
"I WILL DISCUSS WITH YOUR TEACHER AN ALTERNATIVE SOLO PROJECT."
"...fine."
By this time, my mom had cooled off. The nasty veins that were popping out of her neck a mere 3 minutes ago had receded back into her neck. She glared at me and said, "Good." She seemed to finally notice the small crowd of curious bystanders and she screamed at them, "GO ABOUT YOUR DAMN BUSINESS, AND STOP FUCKING STARING AT ME."
Her screaming was effective enough, and everyone dispersed after that. My mom got into her car and drove (sorry, I meant SPED) off. She ran a few red lights going the opposite direction of our house. That meant one thing. She was heading off to the bar to drink.
I was still standing on the corner of the street watching my mom's tail lights fade away. I felt nothing for myself, but I certainly felt bad for her. It isn't easy raising a teenage girl with a mind of her own, while going through a nasty divorce. My dad was taking everything from us, mostly our money and our assets. He was the one who filed for divorce a few months ago. We still don't know the reason why he's filing for divorce. My guess is affair, but there might be something else that we don't know. My poor mom was sideswiped by the divorce, she had no idea it was coming, and neither did I for that matter. Since she found out, she turned to alcohol for comfort. I would lie awake and listen to her stumble in late at night. I would hear her stumble around the hallway and she'd shut her room door. She would start crying after she shut her door and I'd get out of bed and knock on her door, but she'd scream at me to go away. I would sit outside her door and wait there all night, just in case she needed me.
I sighed. It looked like tonight would be one of those nights. I started walking towards the sunset, towards home. I figured I'd go home and microwave something for me to eat. Then I'd wait for my mom to stumble in. I decided I'd clean up the house a bit, and prepare for the long night ahead of me.
I was still standing on the corner of the street watching my mom's tail lights fade away. I felt nothing for myself, but I certainly felt bad for her. It isn't easy raising a teenage girl with a mind of her own, while going through a nasty divorce. My dad was taking everything from us, mostly our money and our assets. He was the one who filed for divorce a few months ago. We still don't know the reason why he's filing for divorce. My guess is affair, but there might be something else that we don't know. My poor mom was sideswiped by the divorce, she had no idea it was coming, and neither did I for that matter. Since she found out, she turned to alcohol for comfort. I would lie awake and listen to her stumble in late at night. I would hear her stumble around the hallway and she'd shut her room door. She would start crying after she shut her door and I'd get out of bed and knock on her door, but she'd scream at me to go away. I would sit outside her door and wait there all night, just in case she needed me.
I sighed. It looked like tonight would be one of those nights. I started walking towards the sunset, towards home. I figured I'd go home and microwave something for me to eat. Then I'd wait for my mom to stumble in. I decided I'd clean up the house a bit, and prepare for the long night ahead of me.
To be continued...?
For Part 1: http://goodlifegoodread.blogspot.com/2012/02/short-story-maybe-continued.html
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