Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. No progress in this area.

I'm not quite sure when my momma had changed. She didn't act anything like she did now. Now she was always yelling at everyone. She even insulted me sometimes. And you probably don't know what that's like. To always have your mom insult you. But I guess in her defense, she didn't know she was my momma. And I just couldn't tell her. I wanted to tell her so badly.

I couldn't, though. They'd think I was a goony loon. I just needed to go with the flow. Even if the flow has been going one mile per hour for almost eight and a half years. My life is depressing. I glumly walked to the Wahoo Punch vending machine and waited for my beverage to be dispensed. I bent over and rolled it around in my hands. Ugh… I'm too depressed to drink something so cheery. I dropped it into the trash, feeling bad about wasting my 'dad's money. But hey, they don't care about me so where's the guilt in that?

"Cat?" I heard her voice from behind me.

I quickly swerved to face her. She was going to make fun of me. She always did.

"Why did you just throw your drink in the trash?" she questioned.

Great. I don't even need to say that I'm her child from the future for her to think I'm a lunachick.

I can't tell her why I'm upset. I can't. I want to so bad. I can't. "Because I wasn't thirsty," I replied lamely.

She stared at me for a moment. I don't blame her. That was an awful last minute answer. "You… But, I mean, you bought- forget it," she stuttered before closing the topic.

Thank God.

"What are you doing Saturday night?" she asked.

It was weird. She seemed genuinely interested. I hadn't spent a lot of quality time with my momma here. She never wanted to be around me. I thought about her question. Well, fantastic. The one time that I can possibly spend with my momma, I have to spend watching an animal.

"I'm dog-sitting for my mom's boss," I replied, trying not to show my sadness. I attempted a smile to cover the sorrow that was about to overtake.

"Oh," she said. I couldn't read her emotions. I think she was annoyed. But she sounded upset too. "What kind of dog?"

"I'm not sure," I said, pulling out my lip gloss from my back pocket and applying it to my lips. Anything to distract me from what I could've been doing this Saturday night. "He's got paws and a tail," I said. Alright, maybe I was a little too distracted. I put the lip gloss down and thought about what the dog was. "Maybe he's an English Pawtail!" Oh no, that's not a dog, is it?

I turned slightly to put my lip gloss in my back pocket, but I still heard momma huff in annoyance. It stung. "Why, what are you doing Saturday night?" I asked.

"Oh what? What, you think that 'cause because Beck and I broke up, I don't have anything to do Saturday night?" she sneered.

I can't get used to calling him Beck. He was my dad. Just like she was my momma. I miss home.

I quickly defended myself. "No, I never said that…"

"I got a lot of things I'm gonna do!" she interrupted. "Like tons!" she emphasized.

"Okay…" I replied, kind of afraid. I thought she was trying to be my friend. I mean, I didn't want to be her friend. I wanted to be her daughter. But her friend was the closest thing I could be right now.

"I mean if you want me to cancel my plans and come hang out with you while you dog-sit, then fine!" she yelled. We stood in silence for a moment while she toyed with her bag. "Fine, I'll do it."

I didn't want her to be upset. She doesn't deserve to be upset. "You don't have to…"

"I said I'll do it!" she snapped at me.

I looked at her, stunned. So I was spending Saturday night with her… I guess it won't be as terrible as I thought.

She took a step closer to me and pointed her finger. "But you owe me, baby girl," she said, before walking off.

I slightly smiled to myself. That's what she used to call me sometimes. I was her baby girl. I hope I could call her momma soon. "Thank you!" I called out to her.

She didn't answer. But I saw her walk by dad without so much as a 'hi'. I want to go back home and be eight.