To Love or Not to Love Chapter 3: Getaway
I didn't know what was happening, everything was so surreal. I couldn't get my hopes up, that Jake, oh that Jake...
Well, back to reality now, sucky reality.
"Joanie! Thank god you cam!" exclaimed my fifteen year old sister Jasmine.
"Joanie! W-where w-were yy-you, Jazzy tor-tortured me! Charlie tried telling me through his tears.
"Jazz, what did you do?"
Well there goes my fantastic day.
"Uhh, well I told him to clean the dishes but he wouldn't so I uhm well...Sort of spanked him until he did..." Jasmine started shyly backing away.
"What!?" I exclaimed as Jasmine started running away from me like when a deer would sense the predator was coming for him; to her dismay, Jasmine tripped on a wooden chair.
"How could yoo-he's only five!! You know better than that!" I started turning looking like a plum.
"I know – I did…" Jasmine tried coming up with some sort of excuse when mom came barging through from her bedroom…yelling.
"What the hell is the commotion coming' from?!" Of course she had a hangover…that's all part of her "so called job".
"Oh, nothing Serena just doing YOUR job!
I call her by her first name because, well, over the past it seems that her role in the family is skanky teenage daughter, whist I am the mother, trying to keep this family together.
But I couldn't take it anymore...
I had to get away.
I hate reality. Why can't I just go a place with no troubles whatsoever, no school, no ignorant douche bags running the school?
I need a place to get a away…away from this mess called my life…
But where? Where, where…
After many attempts on opening my car door, it broke down.
"Ah shit!" Like this day couldn't get any worse, but oh yes it can! My shitty car just HAD to break down.
I love life dearly, can't you tell?
I guess I have to walk now. Woo.
Well at least I would get exercise, right?
Hm, it's weird I've never really ever taken a "stroll" by these houses except for walking to school every morning.
I love life AND I love school.
You know, I feel kind of sorry for the kids in China...or is it Japan that has school 6 days a week? Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway. I couldn't live their even it I was paid. I just couldn't work my ass off for 6 days a week, that's too much. I would probably kill myself by studying too hard or something. I don't know. I mean kids over there are ultra smart –while I can't even keep a solid B.
And then, all of a sudden I felt a sensation touch my shoulder, obviously I turned around.
"Hello again Joanie"
"Oh, hey Jake!" I was so relieved I've escaped back into fantasy.
"So, what are you doing?" He had this quizzical look about his face that yearned for answers.
"Oh, just trying to get away…"
"From life?" How'd he know?
"Yeah how'd yo-"
"It's your face" My face? What could he mean?
"Here, let me take you" He held out his strong, yet soft hands.
"Where?" I suddenly felt adventurous.
"You'll see" He smiled; all thirty two pearls were showing. I couldn't resist.