Post by freeyoursoul on Mar 27, 2010 11:43:52 GMT -5
01.
A cloud of smoke forms behind my eyes as I take another hit off my cigarette. With the cancer stick pursed between my lips, I take the time to rub my hands together-forgetting how cold Littleton Colorado gets at night. A strand of hair falls and I reach up quickly to tuck it behind my ear again, before repeating the previous notion of trying to get any warmth at all to circulate through my body.
Nope. I sigh, defeated. Nothing. Still cold.
I hear a car pull up in the driveway and I know she's here. I smile as I throw my cigarette over the porch and into the grass, watching as maureen trudges over to me at an agonizingly slow pace. Her bag is hoisted over her shoulder and a lazy expression has took refuge on her features. She looks dead tired and I almost feel bad for telling her to hurry up but when she throws me a lopsided grin that says 'fuck you,' I know that she didn't take it to heart.
"Mo, c'mon. I'm freezing out here." I snapped, pulling at the sleeve of her white pea-coat. She laughs lightly, her voice filling the air as we head inside the heated house. Peeling off my jacket, I throw it over the couch, not really caring about it getting wrinkled. I can always iron it later.
As Maureen sets her bags off to the side, I take the time to head into the kitchen. My stomach makes a low rumbling noise as I smirk, patting it lightly before opening the fridge. Grabbing a container full of pasta, I put some into two bowls and stick them into the microwave. With my back against the counter, I face Maureen who is now standing across from me.
"You look like hell." I snapped, smirking. She rolls her eyes.
"Thanks Rylie." She spits, sarcasm flowing through every fiber of her being. I shrug, ready to speak again until the timer on the microwave goes off, signaling the food's ready. Holding up a hand to tell Mo' to wait a minute, I grab the bowls carefully and hand one to her.
"I just spent a 14 hour car ride listening to my mom singing amazing grace at the top of her lungs while my dad cursed at everything that moved and my brother's fought over a puke bucket. I'm almost 95% positive I'm going to be looking like hell for awhile."
I laugh lightly, shaking my head before taking a bite of the pasta in my bowl, listening intently as Maureen continues.
"I swear, if my parents plan another spontaneous road trip for 'family fun time,' I will possibly have to admit myself to the waverly hills insane asylum."
"Oh, that's pleasant." I laughed, shifting lightly on my feet. "Are you ready to go back to school tomorrow?"
Maureen looks up at me, a dull expression now having set in on her features. Stifling a laugh, I nod in understanding. "You must seriously be high. God, do you think we'll have Mr. Jacobs this year?"
I shrug my shoulders, sighing lightly. Mr. Jacobs was one of the few teachers who I didn't completely detest. While his class was entirely too boring for my taste, I did learn a few valuable things from it-like for instance, the heart is the body's strongest muscle. Well, at least one of them anyway. If it wasn't for his creepy personality and that skeleton in his room that he named 'Sarah,' I wouldn't have a problem at all. But as I've just stated, he's too weird to go as far as saying he's one of my favorite teachers.
"I hope not." I murmur, running a hand through my hair. "I mean, don't get me wrong-he's nice and all but he's just so...what's the word I'm looking for?" I muse, snapping my fingers. "Creepy?"
Maureen chuckles, nodding her head. "Creepy sounds about right. Hey, where's your mom?" She asked, looking around. I shrugged, rolling my eyes.
"She's probably out doing her man candy of the week, getting drunk in some bar." I bit rather harshly. My mother was a sore subject, one I never spoke of too often. There wasn't much of a point really.
After my father left us when I was three, my mother's been a bit how do I put this nicely? Insane. She acts more like a demented teenager then an adult with a kid. She constantly drinks and sluts herself around, and she's been this way since.
She has a new guy every other week and when she is sober(and trust me it's a rare occasion) it's just a screaming match that goes on between her and I. In other words, we hate each other. I hate her because she doesn't know how to grow up, that-or refuses to, and she hates me because I'm the evidence of the man she reproduced with.
Maureen smiles sadly as she wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders. I thank her lightly and drop my head into the crook of her neck. "Maureen, how did I manage to snag a great friend like you?"
She smiles, looking down at me.
"Mmm," She shrugs, chuckling lightly. "I guess you're just lucky."
A small, pathetic laugh escapes my throat as I sniffle and we climb the stairs to my bedroom. "Yeah." I reply weakly. "I guess so."
....
The sun streams in through my blinds as I shuffle around in my bed, patting the empty space beside me. One eye opens slightly to peer out, finding Maureen moving swiftly around my bedroom.
"C'mon sleepy head," She snaps, laughing. "Time to get up. We've got school!"
I groan in annoyance when she reaches over, pulling both the sheets and pillow off from one swift motion. Propping my head up with my hand, I look up at her.
"Can't we just skip?" I mused, groggily.
"No." She laughed. "Now get up!"
Grabbing hold of my arm, which she nearly ripped out of the socket, she pulled me to my feet. I sighed in annoyance, nodding slowly as I cleared my throat-heading for the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I waited a moment for it to heat up before stripping quickly from my pajamas.
I was in and out within minutes, rushing around my room as I tried to find something to wear. Sighing in frustration, I looked at Maureen who was laughing lightly. With narrowed eyes, I headed into my closet-grabbing a simple outfit and throwing it on. Running a brush through my long curls, I smiled weakly at Maureen who gave me a thumbs up and tossed my bag towards me. Thanking her, I laughed and we headed silently down the stairs and began our walk to school. I wasn't about to tell Maureen this, but I had an aching feeling in my chest that something terrible was going to happen today.
Nope. I sigh, defeated. Nothing. Still cold.
I hear a car pull up in the driveway and I know she's here. I smile as I throw my cigarette over the porch and into the grass, watching as maureen trudges over to me at an agonizingly slow pace. Her bag is hoisted over her shoulder and a lazy expression has took refuge on her features. She looks dead tired and I almost feel bad for telling her to hurry up but when she throws me a lopsided grin that says 'fuck you,' I know that she didn't take it to heart.
"Mo, c'mon. I'm freezing out here." I snapped, pulling at the sleeve of her white pea-coat. She laughs lightly, her voice filling the air as we head inside the heated house. Peeling off my jacket, I throw it over the couch, not really caring about it getting wrinkled. I can always iron it later.
As Maureen sets her bags off to the side, I take the time to head into the kitchen. My stomach makes a low rumbling noise as I smirk, patting it lightly before opening the fridge. Grabbing a container full of pasta, I put some into two bowls and stick them into the microwave. With my back against the counter, I face Maureen who is now standing across from me.
"You look like hell." I snapped, smirking. She rolls her eyes.
"Thanks Rylie." She spits, sarcasm flowing through every fiber of her being. I shrug, ready to speak again until the timer on the microwave goes off, signaling the food's ready. Holding up a hand to tell Mo' to wait a minute, I grab the bowls carefully and hand one to her.
"I just spent a 14 hour car ride listening to my mom singing amazing grace at the top of her lungs while my dad cursed at everything that moved and my brother's fought over a puke bucket. I'm almost 95% positive I'm going to be looking like hell for awhile."
I laugh lightly, shaking my head before taking a bite of the pasta in my bowl, listening intently as Maureen continues.
"I swear, if my parents plan another spontaneous road trip for 'family fun time,' I will possibly have to admit myself to the waverly hills insane asylum."
"Oh, that's pleasant." I laughed, shifting lightly on my feet. "Are you ready to go back to school tomorrow?"
Maureen looks up at me, a dull expression now having set in on her features. Stifling a laugh, I nod in understanding. "You must seriously be high. God, do you think we'll have Mr. Jacobs this year?"
I shrug my shoulders, sighing lightly. Mr. Jacobs was one of the few teachers who I didn't completely detest. While his class was entirely too boring for my taste, I did learn a few valuable things from it-like for instance, the heart is the body's strongest muscle. Well, at least one of them anyway. If it wasn't for his creepy personality and that skeleton in his room that he named 'Sarah,' I wouldn't have a problem at all. But as I've just stated, he's too weird to go as far as saying he's one of my favorite teachers.
"I hope not." I murmur, running a hand through my hair. "I mean, don't get me wrong-he's nice and all but he's just so...what's the word I'm looking for?" I muse, snapping my fingers. "Creepy?"
Maureen chuckles, nodding her head. "Creepy sounds about right. Hey, where's your mom?" She asked, looking around. I shrugged, rolling my eyes.
"She's probably out doing her man candy of the week, getting drunk in some bar." I bit rather harshly. My mother was a sore subject, one I never spoke of too often. There wasn't much of a point really.
After my father left us when I was three, my mother's been a bit how do I put this nicely? Insane. She acts more like a demented teenager then an adult with a kid. She constantly drinks and sluts herself around, and she's been this way since.
She has a new guy every other week and when she is sober(and trust me it's a rare occasion) it's just a screaming match that goes on between her and I. In other words, we hate each other. I hate her because she doesn't know how to grow up, that-or refuses to, and she hates me because I'm the evidence of the man she reproduced with.
Maureen smiles sadly as she wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders. I thank her lightly and drop my head into the crook of her neck. "Maureen, how did I manage to snag a great friend like you?"
She smiles, looking down at me.
"Mmm," She shrugs, chuckling lightly. "I guess you're just lucky."
A small, pathetic laugh escapes my throat as I sniffle and we climb the stairs to my bedroom. "Yeah." I reply weakly. "I guess so."
....
The sun streams in through my blinds as I shuffle around in my bed, patting the empty space beside me. One eye opens slightly to peer out, finding Maureen moving swiftly around my bedroom.
"C'mon sleepy head," She snaps, laughing. "Time to get up. We've got school!"
I groan in annoyance when she reaches over, pulling both the sheets and pillow off from one swift motion. Propping my head up with my hand, I look up at her.
"Can't we just skip?" I mused, groggily.
"No." She laughed. "Now get up!"
Grabbing hold of my arm, which she nearly ripped out of the socket, she pulled me to my feet. I sighed in annoyance, nodding slowly as I cleared my throat-heading for the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I waited a moment for it to heat up before stripping quickly from my pajamas.
I was in and out within minutes, rushing around my room as I tried to find something to wear. Sighing in frustration, I looked at Maureen who was laughing lightly. With narrowed eyes, I headed into my closet-grabbing a simple outfit and throwing it on. Running a brush through my long curls, I smiled weakly at Maureen who gave me a thumbs up and tossed my bag towards me. Thanking her, I laughed and we headed silently down the stairs and began our walk to school. I wasn't about to tell Maureen this, but I had an aching feeling in my chest that something terrible was going to happen today.
