Chapter Six ( The plan )

If I was Your Woman

I look around my surrounding. Had I not known better, I would have assumed that it was some sort of convention for one of my many bad habits. We all sat around in a circle, on Lita's dark green rug. In that format, it consisted of Raye, Lita, Mina, Amy, and off course moi. Each of us looking at one another with much apprehension.

However, unlike any other conventions, this one was different. Well. . ., truthfully it wasn't even a convention, more or less it didn't even feel like one. To better put this, it felt like the opposite, in which instead of making me confront my problem then resolve it, I had to retaliate.

"So you finally decide to admit that you've been harboring this gigantic crush on a particular 6 foot 11 adonis" said the arrogantly knowing voice of Raye.

"I have not . . ." I started, trying to protest something which was ridiculously true, but got interrupted by Mina

"It's love in the air, in which it's due season that she began to follow him around like a puppy."

"I am not a pup" I said which was probably unheard from everyone else.

"Hey." Lita spoke up " She have not been crushing on him like a love sick puppy." She said trying to defend me. In doing so, ( especially with me) the majority of the time there was a contradiction behind it. " Um Yeah okay –maybe she has, but it not her fault."

"Geez, thanks Lita, thanks a lot." I sarcastically said with a sour face.

"Hey, what are friends for" she said, oblivious towards my sarcastic tone.

"That's what I am starting to wonder" I quietly whispered to myself. I didn't mean anything by those words, it just came out.

"What was that" Amy asked without any hint of detest.

"Uh . . ., nothing. I didn't say a word"

"She said she was starting to wonder why she's friends with us" Raye instigated.

"I said no such thing"

"Right" Amy uttered with disbelief.

Of all persons', I just had to be sitting between Raye and Amy.

"I didn't- " I tried to defend myself, but Amy cut me off.

"Well whether you said it or not, we called this meeting for a reason."

"A hopeless one" Raye seethed out in a casual tone.

"You know what Raye, if you don't want to be here, then just leave."

My saying of that didn't affect her one bit. She didn't even assent with my wishes as she continued to sit and stare at her nails. I rolled my eyes at that. Since we were so close, many would have assume that this was the I love to hate you, but can't stand to see someone else do it, type of relationship.

In truth, it was that sort of relationship. Yet, there were times in which I would start to wonder whether she wouldn't mind another person hurting me.

"Okay" Amy acknowledge, seeing that Raye wasn't going to get up, in thus ending the dispute. "Now that we've settle this, we can start the meeting. We know what the problem is, so all we need is a verdict. Any suggestions."

At hearing the judge, many bulbs did not light up. There were some twinkle of hopes, here and there, but it died a second later.

"Come on guys" Amy cooed. "We had a night to think it over, and ya came with nothing."

"Pretty Much" Lita Confirm. A bunch of us nodded and murmured in agreement to that.

"Well it's a good thing that I always come prepared."

"So whats the plan this time around" Mina asked, as we all eagerly hunched closer, wanting to hear her every word.

"Well . . ."

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I was laying on my bed, my back facing it, as I hugged my teddy. Staring up at my cotton coated pink ceiling, my mind was on the meeting that had occurred earlier on.

To say I was nervous about the plan is true, but it was not as close to my actual feeling. I was anxious, fearful and slightly felt as though I was about to have an anxiety attack. The funny thing was that nothing had yet to occur, but I was having this emotional breakdown.

The plan sounded simple. All I had to do was plant the seed and I was good to go. However, as elementary as it sounded ( and the fact that there was more to it ). I knew that it was not going to be as easy when I'm actually doing the deed.

The phone rang and I jumped, startled. It rung a few second later, but I didn't pick it up. When it hadn't rung again, I assume that some one in the house picked it up.

"Serena" Came my mom's soft spoken yet yelling voice, at the same time.

I didn't feel like talking at the moment, so I didn't respond. Hopefully, she wouldn't call out my name again.

She didn't.

I felt a bit tired, due to the cause of too much thinking. Slowly did my eyelids become heavy, as I rapidly blinked my eyes. I didn't feel like going to sleep, and plus it was too early to take a nap.

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My eyelids open to a dark surrounding as I awoke. I presume that my triumph of trying not to go to sleep had fail miserably. I sat up lazily, and glance out, towards my window. What was once a brightly sunny day with some clouds here and there, had turn into a dark mush with stars in the mix.

Looking at my digital clock to the left of me, which was on my dresser, it read 7:30.

"Just great" I mumble to myself, angrily. "I missed dinner, and my so called beloved family didn't even wake me up."

I exit my room, scanning the still area. It was quiet. Real quiet. Walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I spotted a note on the fridge.

I snatched it from the fridge and read my mother's handwriting.

Serena,

Hey honey. If your reading this, then that means you finally woke up. Anyways, we went to a restaurant . . .

What I thought, not believing in what I was reading. Dismissing my feeling, I continued to read on.

. . . and then a movie. . . .

What I thought once again, then continued to read on.

. . . I know you are probably thinking that we abandon you, . . .

You damn right that's what I'm thinking

. . . but you look so peaceful in your sleep that we've decided to let you slumber. We left some money on the counter for whatever. If you don't want to eat out, their's some left over chicken salad.

Love Mom and Dad

I had a feeling that going to sleep early wouldn't do me any justice. Now the one thing that would of made me forget about the plan for a mere second was out in the world with my family. Well I hoped the have a whole lotta fun.

"Not"

I walked over to where the phone was located, which was right next to the money. I had decided on what I wanted. Pizza. I didn't need any pamphlet, since I had the number memorized. I picked up the phone, getting ready to dial the number when something caught my eye.

It was a post it with writing on it. I read it and felt torn. I wanted to call him back, but didn't want to be reminded of the plan. I also didn't want to feel any guilt that was already riding up my ass. So I made the decision of not calling him back.

I know that I shouldn't have felt bad about it, especially since I haven't done anything . . . yet. Still, like I've mention before, it's in my nature. To put it out bluntly, I wasn't made to be "bad".

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