"I'm a vegetarian now mom, get over it!" Mitchie spat, pushing her chair out from under her and picking up her plate, glaring at her mom who sat, speechless, with her hands laced together tightly.
"Mitchie, there's no excuse for this type of behaviour. You're my daughter, and you'll eat what I give you."
"Then I'll just starve!" Mitchie angrily tipped her untouched burger into the bin, and placed her plate into the sink, "Because all you seem to want to do lately is ruin my life. You cancelled my guitar lessons, you took away my cellphone, and now you want to starve me! You're the best mom ever; did I not tell you that before?"
Now it was Connie's turn to slam her fork onto her plate, laughing cruelly at Mitchie's snide remark, "Mitchie, you know I love you, and I never want to hurt you. But those lessons cost me extra, and you already know how to play guitar! You chat too much on your cellphone, and I am not going to deal with this whole 'not eating meat' thing right now." Connie sighed and stared down at her burger, not daring to look at her furious daughter. Mitchie stood at the sink, fighting to keep the tears away from her face. "Just go to your room, and I'll think about punishment."
Mitchie screamed and ran towards the door, not bothering to hide the tears anymore, "What, do you just want to kill me? Hold a gun to my head, why don't you!" Mitchie collapsed onto her bed in tears, looking at the picture that sat on her bedside table.
Mitchie broke into another set of fresh tears, letting the hotness scold her cold, moist cheeks. Diving under her bed, she fumbled around before finding a yellow shoebox. She pulled it onto her lap, settling in cross-legged sitting position on her bed. She pulled off the top of the box, which had written across the lid, 'MOM STUFF'. It was filled with a collection of things that had meant a lot to her, and was connected to her mom in some way.
She fingered all the items carefully, before pulling out a stone that was in the wobbly outline of a heart. She smiled to herself tracing the outline of the rock with her thumb. She let another tears glide down her cheek as she remembered how she came across such a thing.
Mitchie and Connie were down by their local beach and the weather was close to a storm. Dark clouds hung above the two, but they acted as if it were sunny and warm. Connie perched herself on the edge of a large, flat rock where the water lapped at the base of the stone. She watched the wacky four-year-old that danced by her feet happily, watching her poke a crab with a stick.
Mitchie then discovered seaweed, and then she decided to throw a few rocks into the sea. Connie watched carefully, hoping she didn't accidentally hurt herself in the process.
"I need more rocks, mommy." Mitchie said, her voice rushed and with a slight lisp. Connie nodded and smiled, climbing down from the rock gently but leaving her purse, shoes and Mitchie's beach things on top still. She fell into the three-inch deep water and watched as her daughter disappeared behind the rock, making Connie sigh and splash her way to find her daughter.
"Mommy, look at this!" Mitchie gasped, her voice only just being carried to her mother's ears in the sharp wind. Connie crouched by her daughter, who had discovered a large rock that was slightly buried by sand.
"It's like a heart." Connie pointed out, placing two firm hands on Mitchie's shoulders in an attempt to pull her away. Mitchie shook out of her grip and clawed at the hard, wet ground; desperate to pull the rock from the ground.
"Mitchie, no; you'll hurt yourself!" Connie probed, despite her daughter's whimpers. Mitchie made one last grunt before falling backwards into the freezing sea, screaming at the shock of her coldness on her dry back. Connie sighed and pulled her now sobbing child into her arms, guiding her back to the sand.
Connie waited with Mitchie as her crying subsided and she gathered enough courage to go wading back into the sea and find some more things to potter about with.
Connie felt herself drifting away, and lay her head back into the sand. She curled her legs into her chest and let out a deep breath, letting the sound of the waves lull her to sleep. She forgot about Mitchie, until she felt droplets of water dampening her skin. She jumped from her dream, and looked around the dark, stormy beach.
"Oh god..."Connie whispered to herself, jumping up and forcing her weak legs to run towards the water's edge. "Mitchie!" Connie cried, cupping her hands over her mouth and letting a couple of tears warm her cheek.
"I'm okay mommy!" Mitchie cried softly into the thunder-filled air, waving to her distressed mother. Connie ran to her daughter who sat by the water, watching the storm calmly. Connie let out a nervous laugh, gathering her soaked daughter in her arms and breathing in her faint scent, which was covered with the smell of sea salt.
"You're okay." Connie breathed into her cold ear and Mitchie nodded happily. She struggled against her mother's hold and jumped back down, running up to the large rock where their possessions laid.
"Mommy, look! I can still see the heart stone!" Mitchie cried, and Connie sighed and joined her daughter. She was scrabbling at the ground again, this time the tide was out and the ground was drier than before. This made it harder and more painful for Mitchie, who was still determined to get it.
"Mitchie! Honey, it's dark, freezing, and there's a storm. You're going to catch a terrible cold." Connie complained, pulling down her bag and shoes and Mitchie's bucket, spade, shoes and socks.
"But look, mommy! Look what I gotted now." Mitchie giggled to herself as she pulled the rock out slowly, beaming happily as she saw the near-perfect heart shape it made. Connie laughed and stroked it with her middle finger, pulling it from her hands and walking towards the shore with it.
"Going to throw it out, now?" Connie asked, holding it out for her to take. But Mitchie shook her head, pushing her mother's outstretched hands back into her stomach.
"No. It's a love heart, and I want to give this to you because I loves you."
Hi. I got inspiration after taking my dogs out for a walk on the beach, and I just... I don't know. I found a heart-shaped stone, well my sister did and she gave it to my mom to look at, and I was like whoa.
I'm obsessed with Camp Rock anyways, so. It was either this or a Lackson (Lilly and Jackson off Hannah Montana, they're cool) so I thought this was cooler.
If you didn't see, Mitchie's like, four. She's too cute.
Please review, because I like writing this story :-P I have, like, seven more chapters after this. I just can't stop writing it!
Also, if you do review, can you give me more items in the box? Anything you want there to be. Seven thigns isn't enough for a shoebox of treasureable stuff. I'll gladly use anything at this moment in time.
Also, if you're gonna review, you might as well click on Story Alert + as well, because then you'll actually know when there's another chapter. Some people are pretty stupid and say 'update soon', and then never read it again because they've forgotten to click story alert.
Have a happy day or night or whatever! xxx
chloee x
