Chapter 5 My Beloved Mother
Bonnibel briskly walked down the long hallway leading to her bedroom. The clicking of her heels echoing through the vast but empty house. Some may call the large house she lived in desolate and lonely but she had become used to the eerie silence that encompassed it. Bonnibel's parents were high-powered individuals. Her father was a congressman. He lived in Washington D.C. and spent some weekends at home, taking a plane on certain fridays. The teenager's Mother was the director of marketing at a multinational corporation, leaving her little time to spend with her daughter. By some means they managed to all gather at the house on Sunday, once a month.
During the week though, Bonnibel rarely saw her mother. Even if the influential woman was in the house, the rooms were so far apart, and hallways so long that they would seldom bump into each other.
Bonnibel continued down the hallway, and relaxed once her shoes hit the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She delicately slipped out of her pink heeled boots and padded over to her desk, taking out a folder. Before she started writing her essay on the importance of candy, she remembered her plans for friday. Oh, I forgot! I have to ask Mom if I can go.
The teen's Mom had always kept her on a tight leash, even in absence. She pushed Bonnibel to have excellent grades and had tried to mold her daughter into the perfect young woman. She made sure Bonnibel never broke rules and never had a bad hair day. Bonnibel's mother ruled her life with an iron fist, much like she 'ruled' at work. She had tried to transfer her vicious business skills and forced grace into her daughter at a young age. The product had not been exactly what she wanted, but being obsessed with science was at least better than art.
Bonnibel left her room and headed to her mother's office on the other side of the house. She took a left entering a long hallway. Nearing the end of the hallway she opening the mahogany doors leading to her mother's spacious office.
A broad desk sat at the back of the room accompanied by two matching leather couches and a few handmade chairs. The broad desk was covered with papers to be signed, a laptop, multiple books, and a few pens. One wall was lined with cabinets while the other wall was lined with a tall glass display case. Her mother sat, leaning over her laptop, typing at rapid speed. Linda, Bonnibel's mother, had a blackberry phone tucked under her shoulder. She was sharply speaking into. "I said not to hire him. Call me back when you are capable of having a higher intelligence than a fish." She hung up the phone, placing it on the table, before looking up.
"Oh, Hello Bonnibel."
"Hello Mother."
"Is there a specific reason you came to visit me today" Linda questioned getting straight to the point. Bonnibel methodically tapped her finger against her leg, a nervous twitch she had picked up around her mother.
"Stop twitching like that Bonnibel, it's unattractive. And what are you doing not wearing shoes. You look slovenly."
Bonnibel forced herself to stand still and replied "My apologies Mother, I left my shoes in my room, but this won't take long"
Linda impatiently nodded for her to continue.
"Well, you see, I have been doing excellent in chemistry, as always. Of course I have been succeeding in every class, just like you taught me too, not only chemistry. But as I was saying my grades in chemistry are suitable-" the girl rambled until her mother cut her off
"Please make your point."
Oh no, I should have thought this through. I can't tell her I'm going to a movie, she would never let me go!
"A girl asked me to tutor her and she has invited me over to her house on friday. May I please go?" Bonnibel quickly thought up a partial lie, somehow keeping her breathing under control.
Linda though for a moment before asking "How did you do on your last math test?"
"I received the second highest in the class, a 98%"
"You did not receive the highest grade?"
"No Mother"
"You will never get anywhere in life being second best."
"I'm sorry, I will do better next time" Bonnibel scrambled, fearing her mother would forbid her from going out on friday.
"Fine, you can go. Just don't let this 'second best' happen again"
"I won't mother, thank you" Bonnibel said while quickly showing herself out of the office. Linda went back to rapidly typing.
Once outside Bonnibel slowed her breathing. I can't believe I pulled off that lie.
She walked back to her bedroom to continue her homework, excited for friday.
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to Andyosuna: Was the switch of POV too abrupt? I have seen some authors label the part of the story as 'character's POV'. Do you think I should do that?
I have gone back and I tried to edit some of the last chapters. I really didn't do a thorough enough check the first time. I will not let it happen again.(hopefully)
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