Disclaimer: I don't own twilight nor Stephenie Meyer's characters though I wish.
As we are in this wrenched car all I can think about is, How could she ruin my life like this? The only one I'm talking about would of course be my mother. Celeste.
" My lovely daughter will you please speak to me" She begged. No you crack whore, I want to say but the words don't come out instead I say:
"What do you want me to Celeste. I'm SO happy we're moving to a place that's as big as Central Park." Exhaling with anguish.
"How many times do we have to go through this, this is a wonderful move not just for me but also for you. The streets of New York are not for a girl of your age. Limousines and trains for the rest of your life. Really Mickey do we have to have this fight EVERY time we talk?"
"Maybe if we don't talk we won't have to fight." I mumble underneath my breath.
"If that's what you want than fine, I'm just trying to make this work" She countered.
Maybe this won't be my personal hell. . . Yes, yes it will. When my mother first broke this devastating news I didn't know what to think. . .
Flashback
"Michaela, can you please come down here I have some important news to tell you" she announced her voice breaking octaves.
" What can possibly be more important that I have to stop my lesson with Javi?" I question giggling as I think of Javier with his nice sculpted muscles. Oh my I'm way too young to be drooling over someone like ten years older than me, but if you saw him you would totally understand.
" Sweety, can we talk about this when you're not ogling over your cardio instructor?"
" Huh? . . Umm. . .I mean. . . I was most definitely was not ogling over Javier Carlos Suarez. . .I was just admiring his work on his wonderful body" I tried to cover up my tracks. . . Like I said I tried.
" Really? Because when admiring most people don't drool. Just saying but don't worry you're not the only one that has take a peek at what's there. . ."
" I SOO hope you mean his arms and tight stomach, because if you're not this convo has taking a turn for the worse" I begged. I have been totally fine with the fact that my parents have gotten a divorce only because they still live in the same city. New York is pretty big. But living in Manhattan is my favorite especially because my best friends live here with me. Mally, Nya, and Jessie. They all go to a private school with me. My dad. Joshua , lives on the opposite side of New York. Montauk. To be precise. But Dad doesn't want me to be without a mother. So he comes by every weekend so we can have quality time.
" Okay, I'm ready to talk" The expression on her face changed. I kind of felt frightened, just a little. Celeste isn't the type of parent that you could be terrified about.
" Um well I think it's time we had a change in our live" She assessed my expression which of course was confused. Not something I like to feel often.
" What do you mean by ' I think it's time we had a change in our lives'?" I mocked with a small smile.
'I mean… well… um.. Okay I mean we ARE moving to Washington."
" WHAT!" I screeched. At this point I'm enraged " What are you talking about" I said through clenched teeth..
" Do not take that tone with me. I said we are moving to Washington and that's final. This is not up for discussion."
" Don't tell me not to take a totally deserved tone with you. How can you do this? Take a daughter away from her father? Her best friends? I don't care if YOU don't have friends that care if you leave or not but mine do. Come on like what is wrong with you. I cant just pick up everything and move."
" Michaela Jacelyn Wright like I said this is NO- wait what did you say about your father. He DIVORCED ME. He doesn't care anymore. He wanted to be with someone half his age."
" That is SOO not true. He divorced YOU. He still cares about ME. Are you serious YOU'RE the cougar. Like come on serious mom did you really think I wouldn't find out about Niko, you fired him after you fucked him! Ugh! I'm so done with you. Dad is totally getting a phone call."
"Do you really think I care about what you father has to say? And if you every curse towards me like that, you will be grounded beyond your little jimmy choo's are worth" I gaped a her, she never threatened my 'husband's' shoes like that.
"Oh. My. Prada. You are soooo dead to me!" I'm screeching, tears threatening to spill.
" Sweety say that to me again and your going to wish you were dead" Does she know who she's dealing with, I will take her favorite Christian Louboutin espadrilles and give them to the poor. I storm upstairs to my room by now the tears were flowing uncontrollably. I can't believe this.
End Of Flashback
" Can't you at least put a false smile on" She tried to 'connect' again.
" Sorry. I'm not fake like you mother" I sneered.
" For the love of all that's holy, can you stop acting like the world revolves around you, because it doesn't."
" Are you sure about that" I said with a smirk. " OMP did you say 'Holy' Ha. You are far from. On another 'Choo . . . How long until we get to La Wush?" I asked.
"You should really take Global again, it's La Push not La Wush. And we are almost there" I ignore the jib.
" Why are we moving here?" Emphasizing on the 'here'
"Because you need to learn your roots. New York is too much multicultural." She pointed out.
"You know a lot of parents want there children to experience Multicuralyness" I said, making up words to annoy her. It worked she's shook her head in anguish.
"Look! we're here!" She shouted. Oh Prada. It's wet and green. I'm feeling light headed all of a sudden. At least the house is larger than the rest. As I step out of the car I notice our neighbors and I'm guessing their friends outside. There are a lot of large russet skinned men there. Sexy might I add from the distance. Thunder rolls and I groan in sync. OMP its starting to rain. These are not waterproof shoes! Nor is my hair.
"Fuck. My. Life." I say. And I swear I heard them laughing in their yard.