Finally Free
Him: That’s it. We’re over.
Me: We’ve been over for the past year. Glad you’re finally catching up. Bye troll.
Finally he is getting the message. It’s been a year since I broke up with him and he never fully accepted it. A year of contacting me when he was lonely and not in a relationship. 12 months of constantly having to dodge him and hope that he would leave her alone. 365 days of random dollar store gifts left at her dorm room door. It’s finally over. What a relief. With that in mind, it’s time to celebrate.
Me: yo boo, he finally got the message let me send it to you. You down for a celebratory drink?
Kboo: would if I could sugar butt. I’ve got too much to do. Plus don’t you have a phone call w rando gma?
Me: why do you insist on calling her that? I know she’s odd, but she is the only family I’ve got.
Kboo: I just find it odd that she didn’t find you until your jr. year of college. Like how do you know she is fr fr
Me: my birth certificate, photos of me as a baby with her, photos of my biological mother, and a DNA test…. That you made me do.
Kboo: you’re welcome for that. Not like I was going to let you associate with someone who was just going to be after your non-existent money. Anywho gtg you have fun talking to the windbag
Me: love you too fucker
Klarissa has been my best friend since I started college and the one constant for the past four years. She isn’t wrong though. When Cat first contacted me, I wasn’t sure that she wasn’t coocoo. She seemed sane enough and I wanted to humor her at first. She was incredibly sweet. It didn’t take but one photo on my phone to convince me. A photo of her, mother, and I. Cat was wearing the same necklace that I never take off. A Celtic claddagh ring with a piece missing from the bottom.
That necklace was the only thing my mother ever gave to me. It was the only gift she actually gave to me on my 10th birthday. Thankfully it was during one of her more lucid moments. For some reason, she was always more melancholy on my birthday. It was the only day that she would spill any information about her family or anything else. That year she told me that she left home after my father died. Shortly after she drank herself into a stupor and passed out in the bathroom.
No more walks down memory lane. Time to celebrate that asshole leaving me alone. Thankfully there were no shortages of things to do, due to it being a college town. With finals next week, this may be my only chance to celebrate before everything gets too crowded. By celebrate, I mean stuffing my face and watching Supernatural. Yeah with a mom like mine, it’s hard to try and do the stereotypical college party things. Plus alcohol costs too much money. Nothing good is going to be left at the commissary, so it’s off to the store. Yay… only a little sarcasm there. If I time it right, I can just barely make it back before the ice cream melts.
The bus stop was empty when I got there. A bit odd, but with finals coming up not everyone is going to go out and party. With this being our final year, most everyone is doing the most they can to graduate. As per usual, the bus was just a smidge late for pick up. There was almost nothing but empty seats. The only other passengers were a sweet older lady doing a crossword and some hobo slumped over the seat fast asleep. The ten minute ride was filled with a rousing chorus of snores followed by a series of choking sounds that put us all on edge. The poor man sounded like he died in his sleep a few times. We would all breathe a sigh of relief as soon as he would start to obnoxiously snore again.
What can I get away with buying without my wallet screaming at me?? To no one’s surprise, I have no financial support. I have to watch what I spend money on constantly. I could only afford college due to working since I was 15 and a well deserved scholarship. The store wasn’t much more than a glorified gas station, but was the only thing open this late on a weekday. This calls for a real celebration, so time for my favorite sunday. Vanilla ice cream, a cosmic brownie, and a banana. If I’m feelin’ extra fancy, or hungry, I’ll put some peanut butter on it. The same half asleep fellow student is at the counter. Upon seeing my hoard, he raises his eyebrows.
“So what are we celebrating today? You never get your odd sunday stuff unless something magical happens.”
He may be a sophomore, but he has been at the front counter of the store for at least four years. His sandy blonde hair is in between buzz cuts and covers his soft brown eyes. If he wasn’t dumber than a box of rocks I would have asked him out. He has worked at this store for over four years and still pulls on the push door every morning.
“Asshole finally got the gist and is leaving me alone. I have no idea what my plans are after graduation, but I figure now would be the best time to celebrate two things at once. The trash is taking itself out and graduating.”
“Girl, you have enough credits to have two degrees, yet you don’t have a designated major. What are you planning on doing with all of your useless information?” He glances at the clock to check when the bus will be here. I’ve got about five minutes until I have to be outside.
“No idea, but they can’t all be useless. I know I didn’t need them, but I wanted to have a well rounded education. So what if I still don’t know what I want to do with my life… still.”
He shakes his head and smiles at me as I pay for my golden treasure. I make it outside just in time for the bus to show up. I should be good for Supernatural night and ice cream. Even if I end up partying by myself.
