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Chapter Four: Frank
Disclaimer: Same as always.
After crying my eyes out in my room, I went down to the living room to see Kelly already there watching "The Fairly OddParents". She was so into the television show you couldn't even get her attention by setting a fire to the house. I plopped myself on the couch and decided to watch it with her so we could bond. Mom's always encouraging us to bond, so here I was bonding with my sister.
My mind started to drift off to lunch time. I sat with Matt and Lanny, Taylor and Rita weren't in my lunch, there was a point where I couldn't stand their girly talk anymore. Gordo was in my lunch, he sat three tables down and one table over from me, he sat with no other but Lizzie McGuire. Matt was trying to steal my brownie as usual as Lanny sat there observing the world as it passed him by.
"Matt! What's this infatuation with my brownie?"
"Your mother does make the best brownies," he chuckled slyly.
"They're store bought," I had burst his bubble.
"Your mother does have good taste."
"What's this obsession with my mother?!"
Lanny just looked at me and rolled his eyes. Matt caught on that there might be something going on but he was too dumb to notice.
"Drop it Lanny!"
"What do you want Lanny to drop? I'm suspicious, Melina, I'll be watching you," he said distrustfully.
"Yeah, so you can get my lovely store bought brownies that Frank picked up," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Who's Frank?"
"Some moron that my mom's been dating for six months. You are so lucky that your parents are both alive."
"Melina, please don't get all depressed. But if you ever need to talk, Lanny and I are here for you, ok?"
"Yeah," I said flippantly.
Lanny understood, Lanny was there. Matt was off in his own fantasy sitcom world. Everything was perfect for him. He had great parents and a great life; he didn't understand pain or anguish because his parents sheltered them from him. If he only understood my pain and my anguish. Maybe then he would understand why I'm the way I am.
I continued to stare at Gordo. Lizzie was so fascinated with whatever it was he was talking about. Or so she appeared. My eyes then drifted to Miranda's table which consisted of her, Larry Tudgeman, and Parker McKenzie. Miranda seemed to be telling jokes as Parker and Larry were caught in a fit of hysterical laughter. Its funny how the people you thought would be best friends, would actually want to be homicidal towards another, but that's how high school was to people. Even the best of friends might be ripped apart without warning. You come to learn that everyday might be the last and to cherish what you've got before it slips through your fingers.
My mind drifted back to me and my sister sitting on the couch watching television. She was still into her show. I could see her eyes light up and a high pitched giggle when Cosmo started to be his usual dumb ass self. She was so happy and so joyous, not a care in the world. You feel like you're floating on a feather and the wind blows gently in your face. Soon the wind stops blowing and you're relying on your own might to hold you up so you don't hit rock bottom.
I heard a key in the door and immediately knew it was mom. Mom was a waitress at the "Le Paris" restaurant downtown. Mom and I were of the same personality, but she was afraid to show her true colors, especially around Frank. To Frank she was a genuine sweetheart, well mannered, and a wonderful mother. In reality she was paranoid, outspoken, and an average mother. Between me and Kelly, I was like mom and she was like dad. Dad was a dreamer. He believed that everything will work out how it's supposed to in the end. Mom is different, with mom, if something you didn't like happens; you fix it so it doesn't happen again.
"So who had a rotten day at school today?"
"What's your definition of rotten," I asked unsure.
"That's Melina's code for 'Today was an average BORING day," Kelly snickered.
"Ok, Frank is coming in one hour! I expect you two to look somewhat acceptable so society doesn't punish me for being an unfit mother!"
My mother then scurried to her room to get ready. To her, Frank was the most intriguing person in the world, even more so than her own damn flesh and blood. Frank was her world, like any other guy was. Frank was a nice guy, who was too stupid to realize he was being played, and it hurt me since Frank was the only one of mom's "men" I kind of liked. Yet, there was something shady about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Frank was pretty much your average Joe. He owned a Kinko's a few buildings over from the restaurant my mom worked at. He had never been married but loved kids. He had deep brown hair and dark brown eyes that you just felt like he was the greatest guy ever. His smile was infectious. You couldn't not be friends to him, in a way; he's kind of like Gordo, except that Gordo isn't shady.
I didn't change into something "accepted by society". If my current outfit wasn't accepted by society then why did they make it? Kelly came parading down the stairs in a plaid spaghetti strap dress and sandals. Her strawberry blonde hair fell to her shoulders in light loose waves as the red in the dress brought out the green in her eyes. Mom then came out. Her hair was pulled back in a decorative bun with her bleach blonde wisps of hair framed her heart shaped face. Her steel gray eyes sparkled against her red wrap shirt.
The phone rang; mom rushed to pick it up and did so. She had a bright smile on her face that nothing could ruin.
"Hello? Oh! Hi Frank! What? You can't make it tonight? You have to talk your cat to the vet? I hope Mittens feels better, love you, bye."
Mom's smile fell quicker than it was formed, her cheeks then became tearstained as furiously took down her up do. Kelly went to go comfort her as mom rain into her room. Why had mom been crying hysterically? This was the fifth time in two months and Frank didn't have a cat, he was allergic. It took mom till the third time to figure that out. It was just another day in the Bianca household.
Chapter Four: Frank
Disclaimer: Same as always.
After crying my eyes out in my room, I went down to the living room to see Kelly already there watching "The Fairly OddParents". She was so into the television show you couldn't even get her attention by setting a fire to the house. I plopped myself on the couch and decided to watch it with her so we could bond. Mom's always encouraging us to bond, so here I was bonding with my sister.
My mind started to drift off to lunch time. I sat with Matt and Lanny, Taylor and Rita weren't in my lunch, there was a point where I couldn't stand their girly talk anymore. Gordo was in my lunch, he sat three tables down and one table over from me, he sat with no other but Lizzie McGuire. Matt was trying to steal my brownie as usual as Lanny sat there observing the world as it passed him by.
"Matt! What's this infatuation with my brownie?"
"Your mother does make the best brownies," he chuckled slyly.
"They're store bought," I had burst his bubble.
"Your mother does have good taste."
"What's this obsession with my mother?!"
Lanny just looked at me and rolled his eyes. Matt caught on that there might be something going on but he was too dumb to notice.
"Drop it Lanny!"
"What do you want Lanny to drop? I'm suspicious, Melina, I'll be watching you," he said distrustfully.
"Yeah, so you can get my lovely store bought brownies that Frank picked up," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Who's Frank?"
"Some moron that my mom's been dating for six months. You are so lucky that your parents are both alive."
"Melina, please don't get all depressed. But if you ever need to talk, Lanny and I are here for you, ok?"
"Yeah," I said flippantly.
Lanny understood, Lanny was there. Matt was off in his own fantasy sitcom world. Everything was perfect for him. He had great parents and a great life; he didn't understand pain or anguish because his parents sheltered them from him. If he only understood my pain and my anguish. Maybe then he would understand why I'm the way I am.
I continued to stare at Gordo. Lizzie was so fascinated with whatever it was he was talking about. Or so she appeared. My eyes then drifted to Miranda's table which consisted of her, Larry Tudgeman, and Parker McKenzie. Miranda seemed to be telling jokes as Parker and Larry were caught in a fit of hysterical laughter. Its funny how the people you thought would be best friends, would actually want to be homicidal towards another, but that's how high school was to people. Even the best of friends might be ripped apart without warning. You come to learn that everyday might be the last and to cherish what you've got before it slips through your fingers.
My mind drifted back to me and my sister sitting on the couch watching television. She was still into her show. I could see her eyes light up and a high pitched giggle when Cosmo started to be his usual dumb ass self. She was so happy and so joyous, not a care in the world. You feel like you're floating on a feather and the wind blows gently in your face. Soon the wind stops blowing and you're relying on your own might to hold you up so you don't hit rock bottom.
I heard a key in the door and immediately knew it was mom. Mom was a waitress at the "Le Paris" restaurant downtown. Mom and I were of the same personality, but she was afraid to show her true colors, especially around Frank. To Frank she was a genuine sweetheart, well mannered, and a wonderful mother. In reality she was paranoid, outspoken, and an average mother. Between me and Kelly, I was like mom and she was like dad. Dad was a dreamer. He believed that everything will work out how it's supposed to in the end. Mom is different, with mom, if something you didn't like happens; you fix it so it doesn't happen again.
"So who had a rotten day at school today?"
"What's your definition of rotten," I asked unsure.
"That's Melina's code for 'Today was an average BORING day," Kelly snickered.
"Ok, Frank is coming in one hour! I expect you two to look somewhat acceptable so society doesn't punish me for being an unfit mother!"
My mother then scurried to her room to get ready. To her, Frank was the most intriguing person in the world, even more so than her own damn flesh and blood. Frank was her world, like any other guy was. Frank was a nice guy, who was too stupid to realize he was being played, and it hurt me since Frank was the only one of mom's "men" I kind of liked. Yet, there was something shady about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Frank was pretty much your average Joe. He owned a Kinko's a few buildings over from the restaurant my mom worked at. He had never been married but loved kids. He had deep brown hair and dark brown eyes that you just felt like he was the greatest guy ever. His smile was infectious. You couldn't not be friends to him, in a way; he's kind of like Gordo, except that Gordo isn't shady.
I didn't change into something "accepted by society". If my current outfit wasn't accepted by society then why did they make it? Kelly came parading down the stairs in a plaid spaghetti strap dress and sandals. Her strawberry blonde hair fell to her shoulders in light loose waves as the red in the dress brought out the green in her eyes. Mom then came out. Her hair was pulled back in a decorative bun with her bleach blonde wisps of hair framed her heart shaped face. Her steel gray eyes sparkled against her red wrap shirt.
The phone rang; mom rushed to pick it up and did so. She had a bright smile on her face that nothing could ruin.
"Hello? Oh! Hi Frank! What? You can't make it tonight? You have to talk your cat to the vet? I hope Mittens feels better, love you, bye."
Mom's smile fell quicker than it was formed, her cheeks then became tearstained as furiously took down her up do. Kelly went to go comfort her as mom rain into her room. Why had mom been crying hysterically? This was the fifth time in two months and Frank didn't have a cat, he was allergic. It took mom till the third time to figure that out. It was just another day in the Bianca household.