I realized that if me and my family were going to try and get through this, I needed to be as supportive as I could, and I needed to suck it up and be strong… for her. So I whipped my tears and sat up.
"I'm sorry Mom. Is there anything I can get you while I'm up?" I asked, still a little shaking in my voice.
"I'm fine sweet heart, don't worry. I'm fine right now."
"Ok, I'll be upstairs studying for the finals." I said as I gave her another kiss on the cheek and a gentle hug.
I started to walk upstairs with my backpack, forcing myself to not realize how serious this situation was. Forcing myself not to believe that out of all people this could have happened to, it happened to her.
As I reached my room, I sat on the bed, and looked in the mirror across the room. My eyes were red, and my eyeliner was running. I whipped another tear from my eye, as it escaped my control again. This wasn't happening, and she was going to be alright.
After an hour of working on my math portion of studying, I went back downstairs to cook dinner for my parents. A nice salad would be appreciated. I took a quick look in the living room at my mom. By now, my dad was sitting in his recliner chair, and they were both watching MSNBC.
"You guys want a salad?" I asked loudly.
"Oh that would be great hunny!" My mother said.
"Yeah sure." My dad said quietly; he really got into his news channels.
After we all ate dinner, I said good night, and headed upstairs to take a shower and read before bed. I was exhausted, and didn't even remember that the cast list would be posted tomorrow at 12:00. I wasn't excited, only worried about my mother's sickness, and became a little anxious over a bit of time. This was my first High School play, and I wanted to start out big, and end out bigger and better. We'd just have to see how it all turned out.
When I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, I hit snooze and stretched with a big yawn. I walked up to my dresser and mirror, and turned on my hot curlers. They'd be ready in about 14 minutes…so I'd get dressed and do my make-up before I put them in. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and brush out my hair, when I heard my mom snoring lightly from their bedroom. This was the day that I could make my mother's dreams for me come true. And I wasn't going to let her down, I thought to myself.
I finished getting dressed and put on my eyeliner. I then began putting in my hot curlers, and looked at the clock. I had about thirty more minutes before I'd have to catch the bus. After about fifteen minutes with the curlers in my hair, I took them out and decked out on hair spray. This was going to stick, or I didn't know how my hair would ever stay curled.
I kissed my mom on the forehead before leaving, and said bye to my dad as I stepped through the kitchen.
Thank God the bus stop was right outside my driveway. I always hated to have to walk so far last year to get to my bus stop, and after a year of complaining, my bus driver finally gave in and moved my bus stop. I got on the bus, and sat next to Melanie.
"Hey gurl! What's up?" She said excitedly.
"Nothing." I said quietly.
"What's up with you? You seem sad or something." She asked skeptically as I sat down next to her.
"Well, I found out that my mom might not have a lot of time left." I told her slowly and even more quietly, tears filling my eyes.
She gasped and hugged me really tight, my tears running down her T-Shirt. I knew it was a good day to wear my water-proof eyeliner.
"You do know I'm always here for you? Right? Always remember that." Melanie said to me; she was the best friend I could ever have hoped for.
"Yeah, thanks Mel." I said through my tears. This was going to be a long day.
After we went our separate ways to get to our homerooms, I looked at the clock. I had a while left to go, and I didn't know how I was going to survive.
After math and science class, lunch time was next. I ate so quickly, and didn't speak to anyone.
Right after I was finished eating, it was 11:58. I rushed out of the cafeteria, Melanie right behind me. When we reached the auditorium news board, I scammed the list of leads and ensemble searching for my name; I could only hope for the best by now.
