Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing but the plot. I guess I'm not Stephenie Meyer.
I'm Used To It
Oh, shit! Was this really the time?! No, it can't be 8:31 in the morning, I just couldn't afford another 'tardy' this month, because if I would then I'd have 5 hours of community service this weekend. Ugh. This is a living nightmare. I took a quick shower, put my normal jeans, a t-shirt and white sneakers. Damn! I am so screwed, I got my keys on the top drawer, ran out of out our lovely Victorian home, deliberately forgetting breakfast, and to my 2010 Jaguar XJ, which I got for my sweet sixteen just last week, which was also featured on MTV's 'My Super Sweet Sixteen'. No time for it now. Then I glanced at my watch, which read 8:53.
"I can do this!" I mumbled. "Oh, who am I kidding?"
Just as I was slamming the keys of my car into the ignition, my phone vibrated.
"I guess this is mom." I said out loud.
"Hello." I said, through the phone as I sped off to my school.
"Hey, sweetie! How's it going? I'm sorry I couldn't come home this weekend, I'm in Paris and I still have a lot of conferences to attend to," said my mom.
She was head of Swan Inc., which sold handbags, make-up, perfume, designer clothing, you name it, which was a real hit in Europe and America, even Alice, my BFF, whose dad was a rich businessman, trusted the brand. She actually said that it had the best clothes of the century. Okay, back to my current situation.
"Oh, that's okay mom," I'm used to it, I mentally added.
"So, when can you come home?" I asked my mother, hoping she could spend the next weekend here.
See, she was a really fun person to hang out with, even as a mother.
"Uhm. What was that? Sorry I missed it. It's just that I'm really busy right now. I'm sorry for ending the call so abruptly. I really am. I'll call you as soon as possible. Love you. Bye!" said my mom before ending the call.
"I love you too mom," I muttered, although I knew she wouldn't hear.