It Had Better Be
Chapter 1- Feeling sorry for me yet?
After my dad died, everything changed- and not in a really bad way either. I mean sure, we all mourned and cried and cursed the stupid heart attack that killed him. We all wished we had stopped him from going out on his morning jog.
What I mean is, after about ten years of that mourning and grief, my mom finally found a man who could put a real smile on her face. Not like all the other jerks she tried to date (and she didn't date that many). And yeah, he did take a whole lot of time to "fit in" and "bond" before asking for my moms hand in marriage. Obviously she said yes- why wouldn't she? She was finally happy. Scratch that she was ecstatic! But she did ask us if we were all ok with it. Especially me. She knows how protective I can get of her. I mean wouldn't you if you had to watch your mom cry every time an idiot broke up with her?
Anyway we all said she can do whatever she wants. What were we meant to say? No, mom, we've decided you should grieve another ten years before you even think about marriage again.
Yeah, cause I'm really going to say that.
It's okay I guess. I'll get used to the changes I'm sure.
That's what I thought before my mom sat us down and started talking,
"Honey, you know how I'm getting married in a few weeks?" at the word married her eyes lit up with insane excitement. We nodded our heads and she carried on, "Well Alex has a really big and beautiful house in California. And you know he doesn't have any kids… and well, our apartment is simply too small. So we were wondering if it would be better if we all moved to California, I mean it's not like we could fit anybody else in here, right?" I must have gone pale or something, because my mom was at my side saying it wouldn't be too bad if I thought about it.
Of course it's going to be that bad. It's going to be worse. How am I meant to fit in, I barely made it through the school I'm already in. I only just got rid of the freak label. How am I meant to do that all over again. I've seen TV shows, I know how merciless Californian teenagers can be.
I said it was okay anyway, even though it wasn't.
Now it's that anticipated wedding day. The one my mother has been obsessing about for two whole months. Feeling sorry for me yet?
I haven't even started. I have just had to endure a whole day watching my mom and the bridesmaids being plucked, brushed, washed, groomed, decorated, dressed and finally praised. While I was measure and groomed. Luckily they didn't plaster my face with make up. That would have been embarrassing. But since I just spent the whole day with my mom and the bridesmaids I know exactly what they look like.
Even though wearing white is a death sentence in New York, my mom was dressed in flowing white silk. She had a silver tiara propped on her glossy black hair that was pulled into an elegant and elaborate do on the top of her head. She had on a simple pear necklace with matching earrings. Her nails were manicured and her shoes had one small pearl on one side, so that it looked like a button that closed the strap.
Marta, Josefina, Mercedes, Kara and Isabelle were all dressed in a soft shade of blue and had pearl jewellery as well. All their dresses reached just below their knees, they had matching shoes and looked almost identical with similar length hair (except Marta who says she looks sophisticated with shorter hair) that were naturally black an curly at the bottom. Their dresses also had an embroidered pattern at the chest starting from the top right corner, it wasn't very obvious but I don't think it was meant to look better than the brides dress.
So I would have to be demented not to know the exact details my sisters and mom's clothes, hair and makeup. Unfortunately I am not demented and therefore suffered a whole lot today. Feeling sorry for me yet?
I left the room that had filled my nostrils with flowery perfume and hairspray, and went into the room that my soon to be step dad Alex was in, waiting nervously for the wedding to begin. I knocked before I went in and I heard a nervous but happy voice call me in. I walked in to find a tall man with blonde wavy hair and quite pale skin. His grey eyes were apprehensive. I walked up to him with a comforting smile and shook his hand.
"Hey Alex, how're you holding up?" This man was called Alexander St Matthew James, soon to be Alexander De Silva St Matthew James. Bit of a long name don't you think? Only he and my mom are taking up the name. The rest of us are staying De Silva's.
Alex just nodded and smiled, a little nervously but nevertheless a smile that showed a glimpse of his white teeth. I turned to a mirror pretending to straighten my tie. As best man I had to look acceptable. Really I was just watching Alex to make sure that he wasn't going to run away. After a while I looked at my reflection and looked so hard that I seemed to be a different person. My hair had been attacked with a brush to try and make the crisp curls behave, they had also put some kind of smoothing serum that made me shiver whenever I thought about it, but it made my black hair shine a little bluer than usual in the sunlight. My teeth were straight and white, but they were really obvious against my dark skin. It was a tell tale sign that I'm originally Spanish. Not my teeth, the skin. I looked at my suit and thought of how long it had taken then to measure me, then re-measure, then throw away the last suit, measure again until I finally fit into the suit. Apparently my broad form was causing a problem, They had to get a large size, cut down the bottom and make the arms a little shorter.
I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself. My name is Jesse De Silva. Son of Gabriella De Silva (St Matthew James) and the late Edwardo De Silva.
Now that I walked out of the room holding the nervous wreck that is called the groom and wishing him good luck, I ran into my father.
Yeah that's right my dad. Well his ghost actually. But still we were the same height and looked almost identical, except that his hair and skin was lighter than mine.
"Hey dad."
Feeling sorry for me yet?
Thank you for reading this if you have. I know it's terrible and not the longest of pieces but it will get better. AND I WON'T DELETE THIS ONE! I swear I like the idea that I have right now :D
Please review, I know I'm a bad person but still… please?
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Deema
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