*nervous laugh* yay, second chapter. Please don't kill me. To the reviews!
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To the story!
(Maddy's P.O.V)
Mom strode toward the table as if she owned the ice cream store. No one would believe the woman with the perfect make-up, shiny perfect hair and dressy outfit was in anyway related to the pudgy eight-year-old with frizzy hair and chocolate sauce on one cheek. But there we were. Mother and daughter.
"Sweetheart..." she almost always called me that, as if it were my real name. Well that or "Maddy Mac." I hated both. "Must you always order two sundaes? We talked about your weight..."
"I'm only eight years old. Can't I just promise to be an anorexic later?"
Mom's friend laughed, her face turning red and tears falling from her eyes. Matthew smiled slightly, but looked at the table.
"Don't be precocious with me, sweetheart." she turned to her friend "She reads far too many books."
Yeah, I'm terrible that way.
Mom's friend laughed. "I remember when she was little..."
I groaned. Great, another friend who I haven't seen since I was like, two, but I'm expected to remember anyway.
Mom turned back to me. "We'll discuss your eating habits later. At home. In private."
"Anyway," I told her "the second one isn't even mine. Matthew ordered it."
"Ah, yes," mom said, sounding bored "Matthew, the amazing, ever- present imaginary friend." she addressed the seat next to me "Hello, Matthew. How are you today?"
"H-hello Jessica." Matthew said, knowing she couldn't see or hear him. "I'm just peachy, thanks."
All of a sudden I felt mom's friend pinch my cheek.
"Hey!" I protested
"You're cheeks are so fun to poke." she giggled, pinching them again
I winced and pulled away from her, scooting closer to Matthew.
Mom took a napkin, dipped it in my water glass and wiped the chocolate sauce off my cheek. "That was rude."
I groaned and batted at her hands. "I can wash my face on my own. I'm not three years old."
Her nostrils flared, which was actually kind of funny to see. "Time to go home." She spun on her four-inch heels and headed for the exit, her friend close behind her. How she managed to spin in four-inch heels while seven months pregnant, I couldn't figure out. Yet another skill I'd probably never acquire.
Matthew and I both got up. He leaned down and kissed my head. "See you tomorrow. Miss you already."
"Miss you already too." I looked ahead and saw my mother's slim leg disappearing through the door.
She glanced back. "Maddy Mac, let's go!"
I ran to catch up.
I was always doing that.
Sorry this chapter was kinda short. I was having problems writing.
