Why do parents do things like this? It's like they want us to be miserable. I had to wake up early and wear what my mom said. I had spent the last few days sulking around the house. I watched movies, surfed around on the internet, ignored Jagger's calls, and avoiding Becky; her happy relationship with Matt made me more depressed.
On Sunday morning my mom woke me up at 7 a.m. I threw a pillow at her and fell asleep until 7:30. I got up and took a shower, when I got out I saw a pink sundress hanging on the back of the door. Of course my mom had bought a new dress for me, and of course it was pink.
I picked up the dress and brought it into my room with me, it wasn't completely hopeless of a dress. I slipped the dress on and looked in the mirror; I looked awkward like a little girl trying on her mother's clothes. Then an idea came to me: I searched my closet until I found a black scarf and a studded belt. I put the belt on so that it was around my waist loosely and put the scarf in my hair tying it into a pony tail. I quickly piled on black eyeliner and eye shadow, and put layers of black lipstick on my already stained black lips. I stepped into my combat boots as I walked out of my room.
My family was in the living room apparently having another family discussion without me again. Billy was the only one facing me when I entered and the first to say something: "You can't just look normal for a little bit, can you?" Suddenly my mom and dad turned around to look at me; their happy smiles instantly turned upside down.
"Raven, I just got that dress for you. Why don't you take all that black off and I can do your make up. You would look just lovely in a nice red lipstick."
Suddenly I devised a wonderful plan in my head that I was sure would make my mom get off of my back: "Mom, I'll make a deal with you," I started, "if I wear what you want for today," my mom was smiling and nodding at this point, "then you have to wear something, for a day, that I choose. All black if I want."
My mom's smile faded immediately, "No, Raven, I am your mom and I don't have to make deals with you, just to get you to do something. You have to wear what I say otherwise you're grounded, which means no Alexander or Becky, until I say," my mom ended with a big breath, and trying not to smile. She was finally catching on to the game she would have to play to get her way.
I gave in after a minute of mom vs. daughter stare down and went back to my room to remove myself, my only way to express myself, from my outfit. I looked awkward wearing it, I felt awkward. I brushed my hair until there were no knots so I could tie it in a tight, neat bun. I walked out to my mom again.
Her face relaxed a little. "Sit down," she ordered from across the room. It actually scared me a little how calm she was. Then out of no where she pulled up her huge make up case; first out came a bottle of make up remover and tissues, my mom worked on getting all the black off my face. After she gave up, my mom took a palate of eye shadows out and made me close my eyes and keep them closed until she was finished with everything. I could feel soft brushed on my face and hear my mom my digging around in her bag. When she got new things out they would click open then a new brush would wipe away my unique identity. Until finally my mom zipped up her bag and told me to open my eyes. I felt so relaxed and calm but nervous about looking bad. I stood up and my mom fixed my dress a little; carefully I floated to my room, still feeling at ease.
Once through my bedroom door I closed my eyes again. I was sure that I would look like a circus animal. My hand was on the wall while I walked, when in front of the mirror I opened my eyes. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. I didn't look bad but I just didn't know what to do, it didn't look or feel like it was me in the mirror. I had to look away.
My mom appeared next to me. "Oh! You just look so beautiful now!" she said emotionally, "I mean you are always beautiful but now you look so much happier."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically. I took one more look in the mirror. My dress was pink, it went to just above my knees and was a little low cut; a pink ribbon pulled my hair back in a very tight ponytail; and my lips were now a red-pink color my eye shadow was so light I could barely tell I was wearing any. I looked like a doll that I would torture and turn into vampires when I was younger.
My mom took my arm and walked me out to my dad and brother who were waiting impatiently by the door. My dad was looking at his watch while Billy boy was looking at the door like he was expecting someone to knock on the door.
It was Henry. My passive aggressive nerd brother was actually kind of sneaky, deep inside past my anger for him making me sit through the brunch alone, I was a little proud of Billy boy. Henry spoke up, "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Madison," the poor kid must be scared to be lying to my parents, Henry's voice was shaky. It looked like he might wet himself, I took a step back just in case, also because there were five of us now scrunched in front of the door.
"I had a problem with a science experiment and needed help with it. I was wondering if Billy could help me with it," Henry finished the sentence sounding strong. But the weird thing, or weird for me, was that Henry and Billy would probably work on a science project.
My parents who could never turn down homework said that Billy could go; first he had to change into his "play clothes". My mom, dad, and I were off to brunch in hell with the devil and his family.
Trevor Mitchell, the most infuriating person in the whole world. Trevor Mitchell, right now the most gorgeous person in the world. I am a mess. Trevor stood up as I entered the private enclosed porch at the restaurant. He had on his perfect up-to-no-good smile, with his perfect blonde surfer looking hair in his eyes; Trevor brushed his hair out of his face gently. He was wearing tan dress pants with a white button down shirt, the long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Speechless, I remained in the door way, until my mom said, "Raven are you going to sit down?" Her and my dad, as well as Trevor's parents were sitting I was taken out of my trance by my mom but still stayed in the same spot. I was afraid that I might have been staring at Trevor, I couldn't remember, I had spaced out thinking about him but I don't know if I was looking at him.
"Excuse me," I small voice said quietly, it was a waitress, as small as her voice, trying to get through the door with a pitcher of water. I recognized her from school. I moved out of the door and made my way to the empty chair next to where Trevor was still standing. Our parents had already engaged themselves in conversation with eachother. That left Trevor and me. Surprisingly the soccer snob pulled the chair out for me, I would expect him to trip me or pull the chair away as I sat down; I sank into the chair unharmed, though.
Suddenly Trevor was sitting close next to me, "Doesn't monster girl have any manners?" Trevor whispered into my ear, his breath warm and sweet on my neck. I tried to think of a sarcastic remark, unable to I turned to Trevor with a confused look. He leaned in again, "I pulled the chair out for you. I think that at least deserves a 'thank you,"
Oddly enough, I still couldn't think of any comments, so I decided to not say anything. I did feel my face get red. Then Trevor said, "You're blushing. I didn't know vampires could, but your face is getting red," I looked down at the menu on the plate in front of me to focus on something else: the annoyingly elegant lettering on the menu for the history of the restaurant. I could feel Trevor lean over into my personal space again, I resisted the urge to punch him for being too close to me, for the sake of my parents. "I recommend their French toast. So detectible," he said sounding so proper talking about French toast.
I stifled a laugh for as long as I could. As soon as I started smiling, so did Trevor. When I started chuckling Trevor soon did the same. It was only for a moment, until we both realized that it was the first time we were laugh together, not at eachother. Embarrassed, I stopped and my smile shrunk back into the scowl that Trevor was so acquainted with.
The waitress came back in, "May I take your drink orders?" She asked politely, taking her order pad out of her apron.
"I think we are ready to order our food too," Mr. Mitchell said. He didn't even ask if we knew what we wanted yet. Nonetheless, the parents and Trevor said what they would like until it got to me.
"I'll have the 2-piece French toast and a hot chocolate, please," I said in a sweet, innocent voice.
The waitress left with our order. Soon I felt the warm breath on me, "So you can be polite. Isn't hot chocolate for the winter?"
I turned to see Trevor grinning at me. I replied, "No, it's for any time of the year, especially when you are cold."
"Are you cold?"
"Well, a little actually. But aren't vampires usually cold?" I grinned back at Trevor.
"Here," he said, pulling a sweatshirt out of what seemed like thin air, he slipped it over my shoulders. Instantly his smile disappeared, "Well. Uh- you know; I can't have you freezing to death. Then who would I torture?" Nice Trevor was gone, the devil was back.
He didn't speak to me again during brunch; his sweatshirt was still on my shoulders though. I ate my French toast in mostly silence, answering the few questions that the Mitchells threw at me.
"Was that so horrible?" my dad asked as we drove home. I sat in the back seat, trying to remember what Trevor looked like, what he was wearing, even though I saw him not ten minutes ago. I could feel the warmth of Trevor's sweatshirt on me, although he took it back.
"For a little you two looked like you were having a good time," my mom pitched in. For some reason I was suddenly stricken with a wave of sadness.
"I think I am getting close to this promotion, honey," my dad said, I didn't know if he was directing that at my mom or me. "Last night I figured that with the promotion, we could afford to move to another house. I saw one for sale, next to the Mitchells."
My heart sunk. Anyone but that family would be fine. Why did my dad's new best friend have to me Trevor's dad?