I sat at the Cinema chair, with tears urging to fall. I sniffed as I clutched the popcorn on Toni's hand—I formally ate the popcorn gently.
"Loosen up, would ya?" Toni suggested.
I shifted my head towards Toni—I madly glared at her.
"I am loosening up, Smurfette." I taunted.
Toni smirked and dipped on her chair.
I don't quite know why this movie is throbbing my heart. It may have to do with my problems, that I can't quite share with everyone. They're all goblins to share with—primarily, my parentals. Tears began to descend each time the scene where Simon's mom started talking to his son. I wiped out the tears heavily falling.
A hand was laid in my shoulder.
I was startled but instantly soften when Toni's voice soothed me.
"It's okay, Cheryl." Toni soothingly whispered. "Let it out."
I began to release some hiccups which prompted some people to be distracted and drop rude remarks.
"Let's go." Toni said, grabbing my hand.
...
I sipped through the Cola with the straw in hand, we were at my mother's car. It has been minutes passed since my breakdown of me grasping tragic, broken, memories of my life—yet, Toni still sat on the front seat with her watching me in silence.
"What happened in there?" She asked.
I looked at her, with my eyes shimmering with tears.
"The scene just broke me." I half-smiled.
She nodded, clearly, not in satisfactory. "Do you want to go home? Maybe your family can help you soothe your problems?"
I frowned—Thornhill is not a good place, it pains me every time I step a foot, however, I'll get in trouble for staying late—that wouldn't do me much good.
I nodded, sadly.
"Well, bye." Toni stated.
She waited for a second in the car and then exited.
"I hope I'll see you in a good, vicious mood tomorrow." Toni shined a smile, slamming the car door shut.
I smiled brightly—yet it doesn't reach my eyes. I waved at her—however, I noticed that she doesn't have any ride.
"Do you need a ride?" I asked.
I saw her hesitate.
"No, it's fine." She dismissed.
I nodded and slowly drove out of the parking lot.
...
I entered my room, dipping through my bed. I yawned sleepily—the doorknob shuffled and the door creaks, my parents entered the room—their footstep heavily padding the floor. They silently strolled towards me while I questioned their sudden barging.
"Cheryl." Mother greeted. "Where have you been, dear?"
"I was watching a movie, mommy."
"Without our permission?" Father pointed towards me accusingly. "This is how Jason died, you'd let him escape!"
I stood up, with my face blazing with fire. "For the fact, daddy. You killed Jason!"
"Don't talk to me that way!" He raged. "If he wouldn't have escaped the first place—Nobody would've kidnapped him and he'd still be alive."
"That's enough." Mother shouted. "Cheryl! You came home past curfew, that's the problem."
"I apologized."
"Consider this your warning."
I lazily closed my eyes and collapsed in my bed—the sheets shuffling in command. They exited the room, father slamming the door in a loud thunder-boom.
...
I exited the red, shimmering, car. My neck throbs with pain as father delicately almost attacked my neck. Old tears stained my cheeks. I snatched my small backpack and slowly placed it on my back. I started walking, the clinking heavy noise; my boots are disposing of.
"Hi!"
I stopped walking and looked for the voice. I squint my eyes and found Toni running in the distance. I smiled brightly.
I truly acknowledged Toni as a friend, she lingered by me when I cried in the movies.
"Hi, T.T" I acknowledge, a smile playing on my lips.
"What in the heck is T.T?" She questioned with her eyebrow-raising. "What happened to Smurfette?"
"May you hold on, for a second."
She scratched her cheeks and stopped in response.
I rustled through my small backpack and took out a clothing. "You're official cheerleading outfit."
She grinned and gently took it. "Wow. I'm honored."
I popped my lips and clasped my small backpack back to its place.
"I also have something for you." Toni stated.
I raised my eyebrow. She rustled through her bag pockets and finally took something out. A photo—that is.
"Here."
I snatched the photo and instantly snorted. It was a photo of me; my face established with monotone.
"I look hideous."
"No. You look beautiful."
