My alarm blaring was the first thing that woke me up, the second was my mothers voice calling me for breakfast and that if I didn't get up soon, I was going to miss it. I groaned heavily, slapping my alarm off on my phone before I even opened my eyes, rubbing them before cracking them open. Sighing, I pulled a hoodie over my head and made my way downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, noodle." It's the most annoying nickname, but I l secretly love my mama for it.
"Good morning, Mamma." I gave her a soft smile, was it real? I don't even know. But for the time, it worked.
"Sissy, sissy look! I drawed this in school!" My little sister held up a very confusing drawing, but still, I smile anyways. For what it's worth, the kid is kind of cute.
"It's pretty, Luna." I patted her head, taking my breakfast from Mama with a soft 'thank you'.
I ate quickly, mainly because I must start getting ready for school. You see, not only am I one of the most popular girls at school, but I'm also the captain of the soccer team and debate team, so my schedule is always full. I try to get to school early, but that hardly ever happens.
"Slow down, noodle, you're going to choke." I rolled my eyes, swallowing what I had in my mouth.
"Mami, please, noodle is so four years ago, I'm fifteen, it's Cassidy." Huffing, I shook my head. Still, they treat me like I'm a baby, like I'm Luna. "I have to get ready for school, I can't be late." I mumbled, finishing what was on my plate before running upstairs to get ready for the day.
"Hey, hey Cass!" My best friends call rang down the hallway, until I turned around to see her practically running towards me.
"Jesus, what?" I giggle, shaking my head. This girl is always so full of energy and excited about something so silly sometimes.
"Okay, okay." She huffed, placing her hands on her knees.
"Very dramatic." I laugh, opening my locker.
"Funny." Riley smirked, shaking her head. "Anyways, I head there's a party going on this weekend, the football players and cheerleads are all going, we have to." She sputtered out, a shiny light in her eyes.
Laughing softly, I close my locker after packing my books into my bags. "I don't know, Ry, I'll have to ask my moms and we both know how that could go. Why does it matter if the football players are going anyways? They go to every party."
"Because Tommy Nichols is going and I'm pretty sure he's got the hots for me." I couldn't help but to laugh out loud to that.
"The hots for you? Are we in third grade again, come on." I patted her head teasingly, leading our way down the halls to our first class.
"I'm being serious! He's always giving me looks in classes and if you haven't noticed, he's been coming to our home games, which, by the way, he's never done." She went on, skipping behind me in her schoolgirl way.
"Okay, Ry, whatever you say. Just be smart, yeah?" I said softly, giving her a worried look. Rylie is what I like to call sensitive. The girl will hyper fixate on a boy until he eventually breaks her heart, and I hate seeing her go through that, I hate going through that with her. But she is my person and I'd go through anything with her.
The rest of school goes by as usual, nothing too exciting happened other than a fight at lunch. But even that wasn't exciting. As I open the front door, my moms are sitting on the couch, and in the moment, I feel my heart drop into my stomach. This truly is a never good sign. And the strange part? I don't even know what I'm in trouble for.
"Okay, first off, I probably didn't do it. And if they're saying I somehow did do it, I didn't mean to." Sighing, I threw my bag into its usual spot in the bin and kicked my shoes in their place on the shoe rack.
"Cass, how are you feeling?" Mama spoke first, in a soft tone and I knew, I just knew where this was going to go.
"Mama, I am fine, okay? It's been two months since my last panic attack, okay? I'm fine. Please just believe me." Sitting down beside them, I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. I started having panic attacks at twelve, but ever since then my moms every now and again will check in on me and ask how I'm doing.
"That last one was… it was intense, Cassidy." I could hear the worry in Mama's voice, sending a cold shiver down my spine.
"I don't want you guys worrying so much about me..." I mumbled. "I've got it under control now, okay? I'm older and I've got a better grip on it." It's not a total lie. Most nights I have to sit in my bathtub with headphones on to keep myself from having one.
"Cassidy, we are your mothers, and it's our job to worry about you. Especially when you're struggling. We just want to make sure you're doing okay and aren't stretching yourself too thin." I sucked my teeth, shaking my head.
"I'm not quitting soccer, okay? I, I love it. I know, debate is important for colleges, good ones. But so is my soccer, I know you guys don't think I'll get anywhere, that I'd be better of cheerleading, but it's not true." I couldn't take it anymore, for months they've been telling me I should take the year off soccer to focus more on debate and classes, but It's my most favorite thing in the world.
"Cassidy, that is not how we feel, at all. We support you, in wherever your heart takes you. We just... we think taking the year off to put some time in for debate and student council." Mami, always the hardest on me. Despite her 'bad cop' ways, I know in her own way she cares.
"Can we just table this? I'm tired. I had a long day. Oh, uh, can I go out this weekend? Theres a get together... or something." My eyes were pleading, anything to escape this awful conversation.
"We can table it, but we will be continuing this conversation another day, okay?" I nodded with a smile; Mama always came through for me. "We will discuss this weekend, yeah?"
"Okay, thank you. Love you guys." I pecked each of their foreheads with a kiss, thanking them before skipping upstairs. Thank God that was over, I thought my heart was going to explore clean out of my chest. I showered and tried to calm down, putting on music usually helps. I did my night routine and got into bed. I couldn't wait to sleep, to escape my reality for just a little while.