Dinner Arguments

It was after 6:00 p.m. and my dad was arguing with my mom. In fact they always argued about stupid things like, 'where have you been,' and, 'are you cheating on me,' sort of talk. I was trying to eat but their conversation kept spurring my mind.

As you might have guessed already I live in a very lively apartment. In fact I live in one of those row homes. You know the houses that are so close together that you could here your neighbor belch at the dinner table, yeah, those kinds of houses. Life couldn't seem to get any worse. Truth is it was going to get worse. My dad was worried that his job was not going to last. If that happened then my mom was going to have to use her paycheck to pay all the bills unless I get a job and help out.

On the other hand there were still my newly developed powers that I had to worry about. There were many things to think about that I wondered if I would ever get through this day. Earlier, before my dad came home, she lectured me on how important it was to get a job. This lecture included threatening to throw me out with nothing but the clothes on my back.

She mentioned that I had to pay taxes whether I liked it or not. Well, reality hit me hard when a bill came in the mail. I hate taxes! The fact that I also needed money to pay for a car and the other necessities of life was going to turn into a real pain. Did I have a choice? Nope! But what could I say. Life has more ups and downs then kangaroo's can bounce.

Even after I was done eating they were still at it. I washed the dishes and hurried upstairs. I decided that I should go for a walk to keep from being pulled around. Yes, every time they fought I got pulled into it. Now that I was eighteen, my mom couldn't pull a fast one on my father. Things did in fact get bad. My dad would punch the walls and scream at the top of his lung but my mom prevailed over him. Living with this, all my life, has brought me to be a very quiet person. That is until I met, Miguel.

To make a long story short, I learned from him the things I should have learned when I was in middle school. We became friends, walked to school together, ate lunch together and we even drew pictures of our favorite characters from cartoons/manga. I had the best time when I was with him. He warmed my heart. And if you're wondering I did fall in love with him.

Unfortunately, as destiny would have it, I moved. Me, mom and my dad all moved to the country. I thought that I could somehow find other friends but found that extremely hard. Life was much harder in the country then it had been in the city. Miguel turned out to be a true friend then my parents had ever expected. Even after the move and my graduation, we still kept in touch. I was glad that I had Miguel, for support. Even though we aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, were still close friends who'd be there for each other. I wished that we could always be friends but only time would tell.

I was just finishing putting my shoes on when my mom stormed up the stairs. She didn't look to happy. In fact she looked ready to spit molten lava as bombard me with tornado winds gusting at about one thousand miles per hour.

"WHERE are you GOING? If YOU think that YOU are running out of here without some explanations, which YOU had better have, YOU have got another thing coming!!" My mom yelled. I wanted to shrink away into nothing and disappear with each shouted word.

I wasn't quite sure what she had meant but I was now curious. You see my mom had this way of holding people's attention. She just looked at me like I had done the most horrible thing in the world. She even had the audacity to bring up the past in a most horrible way to make me feel bad.

"I have told your father about your laziness in finding a job. I want to know why." She almost screamed but I could see her running out of steam.

"Don't hurt her much after all we want her to be presentable." My father yelled up the stairs.

Now, I was truly scared. What did he mean presentable? Many ideas popped in my head and each more horrifying then the last. One thought seemed to shout a lot louder then the others. Were my loving parents committing me to an asylum? I didn't want this to be a possibility but almost everything seemed to point to it. Now I realized why I had been turned into a Mew. I was transformed so that I could get away from here before this situation could happen.

Although I felt the bad vibes of an impending doom I stood my ground. The anger I felt inside showed in my eyes. My mom looked startled as she looked into my eyes, only to find a growing hostility. For all the things I had gone through in my life I was not going to put up with the yelling any longer. I had mentioned at one time to my father of my growing anger and he shrugged it off like it was nothing more then a little emotion that could be helped. I wonder if rattling objects and tripping people could count toward unstable emotions. In the ninja world it is called, 'killing intent,' or, 'KI.'

"You were saying!" I spat back. I didn't actually spit in her face although that would only have been a flesh wound compared to having to put up with her, 'pity me I have a drop-foot!' retorts. I know it sound heartless but when a person uses the same excuse over and over again beating your head against the wall seems so inviting. I love my mom but sometime she just goes a little too far.

My mom seemed speechless as she stared at me. She looked unhappy. But I was determined to find out what my father had been talking about.

"Natasha, I think it is time you knew something." She said very mysteriously almost with a hint of danger. If my curiosity level wasn't high enough, it was boiling like a kettle left on the stove to long about now. Sweet strawberry tea right about now would have been nice if I wasn't nearly being squished against a wall. I want to get away from this! No more yelling! No more fights! No more questions about when I'm getting a job! Let there be a light that sweeps me out of this situation right now… Her next words threw me for a loop.

"I and your father have finally decided to get a divorce. I need to know who you would be staying with, me or your father." Her smile was almost sinister as if should I chose wrong she would make my life a living hell far worse then I could have ever imagined.

This sort of news was the last thing I needed to hear after what happened to me. AHHHHhhhhh!!!! This was the irony of it all. I was screaming in my own head. She wanted an answer but I . . . If I went with my dad, than she would throw a fit. If I went with her there would be no freedom for me. She would tie me up, throw me in a vault and swallow the key before ever letting me go. She would have absolute and total control over everything in my life including friends who I talk to and even when I go outside. She would even want control over what money I would be making at whatever job I would get.

I love my mother and my father and although I had to make a choice there would always be problems no matter which way you would look at it. Life is not stationary. It is always moving and constantly changing. A second can pass but so does a minute soon an hour and before you know it years have passed before your very eyes. Someday I would look back at this moment and laugh at myself and how foolish I was. For the moment there was only one safe answer that I could give.

"I...I need time to think about this, all right." My voice sounded broken as if my resolve had already been broken. My right hand was currently picking the seam of my pants as I nervously stood there looking everywhere else but my mothers face.

"And I said I wanted an answer!" Her voice cracked like thunder and my heart skipped a beat at that moment. Why couldn't she give me time to think on the answer? I mean this is a life changing decision after all.

I think this was the straw that broke the camels' back. With one look at her, I realized she would not move from the door. It was now or never. With what little concentration I had teleported outside. Breathing in the fresh air was revitalizing but I could still hear my mom yelling for me. Thank Goddess I had been gifted with these new powers or otherwise I would still be in the house right now being yelled at for something that I had no control over.

Outside I realized that it was approaching night which made me realize how much of a fool I truly am. I could just walk right back inside and pretend that nothing happened however reality as it stands states that nothing in life can ever be easy.

Running down the street I turned left down a familiar road. It was a road that leads to a peaceful park. There were people that did stop at this park but for most of the time no one was there at the moment. I ran across the grass to the little bridge overlooking a stream. Everything I seemed to have bottled up came out and I cried then letting my tears drop to stream mingling with the water. My legs gave out under me and just sat there as I sobbed.

Why did everything come down to me? Why do I have this problem with my own parents? Why this situation now? Why does it have to be me?

As the last rays of the sun disappeared on the horizon I came to horrifying realization. I was alone. I thought about calling, Miguel but couldn't find the courage to do so. Wiping my tears away and finally standing up I walked away from the park. I walked along the highway with many thoughts running through my mind. When the wind began to blow I shivered. It was icy cold which meant that it would most likely snow soon.

Breathing in the cold air I remembered happier days when we had been a family. My parents and I had been through so much and now they were giving up by divorcing. It's true that not all people who get married live happily ever after. If someone ever told you that then, there are by far the biggest liars.

Notice that I said, 'not all,' because there are the exceptional few that live with one another for all their entire life. I have seen them, senior couple's that go shopping with one another. By looking at how they carry themselves, I see that they are either happy or miserable.

Destiny! I know that I mentioned it before but have not fully explained it. Truth is, destiny can't be explained. All I can say is hold onto your hat's ladies and gentlemen, were in for a wild ride. He! He! Haa! Haah! Hhhaahh!!!! Okay, maybe it's not that funny but in a weird way, if you think long and hard. Well, you don't know what is around the corner until you look.

I looked up at the star-lit sky and pondered whether I should head back home. I had a feeling that it was a bad idea. After all I did let my mom see me teleport. She would tell my dad and then they would have one more reason to yell at me. I hate my life but why complain when I could fly.

Now that I thought about why didn't I just fly to my friend's house? With my new found power I realized that being Mew was going to be a totally cool thing. As I zoomed into the sky I realized how really cold it really was. I slowed my flight to a minimum one mile-per-hour. It was freezing in the higher altitudes. I saw my friend's house and made a nose dive to reach it.

I touched down on the porch. I became frightened all of a sudden. What if he wasn't home? What if he tells me to go back home? All these bad thoughts crossed my mind. There was no turning back now. I knocked on the door.

At first no one answered so I rang the doorbell. I could hear footsteps and the door opened. It was, Miguel. For being the longest day of my life I cried while I held onto, Miguel. Everything would be all right now that I was with my best friend.

"Tasha, are you all right? What happened, girl?" Miguel asked. I must have looked like a mess to him with my hair all over the place, my eyes puffy and dried tear tracks being renewed with more tears.

I told him everything, from my unexpected transformation to the arguments with my parents. He looked at me concerned. There was no doubt that he was going to let me stay the night, but in the morning I would have to go back. I didn't want to go back but maybe he would let me stay.

"Miguel, could I stay the night here, just for today." I asked a little pleadingly.

"Sure thing, I don't mind Tasha. You can sleep on the fold-out bed downstairs. If you need anything more just holler."

"Thanks! I really appreciate this, Miguel."

Once the covers were set I yawned only now realizing that I was very tired. At that moment everything just hit me all at once. From the moment I awoke looking like Mew nothing in my life would ever be the same.

"You should get some rest. Okay. See you in the morning. Sleep well."

"Night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." I said an old rhyme that I had heard so many years ago.

I watched as, Miguel went upstairs to his own room to sleep. Looking around me I decided that I would sleep with my clothes on. After all I didn't want him to accidentally come down and see me with nothing on. That was one of my own annoying habits, sleeping with nothing on except underwear. Yea, strange but after dealing with the heat one time in another apartment drove me to sleep with nothing on but underwear. In time it became a habit.

I snuggled under the covers and fell asleep almost instantly. In my dreams I saw the world a lot differently then it was now. And yet a song played in my head reminding me that life wasn't forever. You have to treasure every moment or loose it to the growing hungry thing called time.

Time, was that all it was? If I was to be Mew then could I somehow keep myself happy somehow without causing any heartaches'?

Dream

I was flying near some mountains. I realized I was having the same dream Mewtwo had before he finally opened his eyes for the first time. Mew was going somewhere. I was following her. The air was crisp and rosy with the warmth of the sun. Our tails made whistling sounds as we sped through the air.

"Mew!"

She said she had found something and wanted me to have a look at it. We were heading into a jungle and finally Mew had stopped. I floated to Mew's side and looked at what she had seen.

I gasped. It! Was it even a pokemon at all? The creature was unconscious or at least that is what I perceived. If it was awake then it gave no move to show that it was alive or a threat.

It looked like a grass type but its wings said otherwise. It was green almost all over but had a much lighter green in what looked like a protruding hairstyle. Thin antenna was also a very light green but tipped with a sky blue color. Large black spots indicated where it's eyes were.

Slowly it opened it's eye's and looked at us. Its eyes were almost as blue as my own Mew eyes. To my surprise it pointed at me.

"You do not belong here."

The pokemon faded and so was everything else.

Dream end

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End chapter notes.

Well I tried to fix what I could and make this story a little more enjoyable. I hope everyone will continue reading this story as I have. I have found that after so long in not looking at this story I realize that it needed a little bit more work. With time comes a fresh eye to see what was wrong from the beginning.