1 : A Dead Phone
I SCREWED UP.
I knew it the moment, Connor literally pushed me out of my chair, breaking me from my peaceful slumber, in an attempt to walk past me, or so he put it. That little shit.
I was grateful nonetheless, because then, I saw the time, which read two hours late to where I should be.
Detention fucking sucks.
And now this bipolar girl is driving herself to the airport to pick up her deranged grandma.
“Mom's going to be so mad.” I mutter under my vivid chicken soup breath, pulling on to the highway. The roads were never my place, with all the cars and people scurrying about, it gave me anxiety. But right now, my worry about running someone over was nothing compared to that of what I was going to face when I reach home.
The faint outlines of orange and purple stripes start devouring the sky, and it stresses me out even more. I should have been home with her by now.
Dertrington has a huge airport. But here’s the disadvantage. It’s two hours away, from our school. I would have been there on time if not for Mr.Grottel who thought a detention would totally make my life a better place.
It’s not even my fault. I should be studying for an exam at home, but mother dearest, is sick. I’m betting on a slight fever that’ll last a few day, but knowing her; she’ll probably start telling everybody she’s dying soon.
It all comes to one point : I have to do all the work around the house. Fucking hell.
Sometimes I wish I could forever be a baby. Although, being a grown-up does have perks of its own, like having the authority to sneak out in the middle of the nights for smoking pot. Being a little kid would mean; no responsibilities, no tension.
A familiar melody interrupts my chain of thoughts, and I quickly fish my phone out of my butt pockets.
A frustrated groan leaves my lips, when I read the caller. Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.
Maybe I should, reject it. She’ll probably understand I’m driving and sto- it’s my mother, who the fuck am I kidding? She would call me when I'm under the sheets with some guy, and still expect me to answer it.
I accept the call, with a deep breath, and bring it close to my ears. My grip on the steering wheel involuntarily tightens. “Hey, mother.” I slightly cringed at my fake chirpy tone, and the formality. I damn right know, I’m fucked.
“Xena Blue Woodrow.” She coughs roughly - which I am guessing is because of the sickness, after taking my full name into consideration.
“That’s...me.” I laughed nervously, and carefully retracted the phone a few inches away from my ear. My fingers were slightly shaking, unknown of the horror soon to come.
“Give the phone to your grandma.” Her tone suddenly turns sharp, not the screaming I expected but terrifying nonetheless. I take a right turn into another lane biting on my lip harshly.
“She's...uhm, not with me yet.” The stress on the word comes out way more needy than I thought, and a sudden crash, bang is heard from her line. I place the phone on the seat next to me, and put it on speaker. My hands are clammy and I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, which damn right isn't because of the heat.
“I wonder why so.” Oh, she’s insanely calm. And it’s making my non existent brain cells go haywire.
“I got into detention again. But it’s all under control, I’m on my way, and I just have an hour more. I’ll be there soon, don’t w-”
“Young lady, we’re having a long talk in the backyard, when you come home.” She snaps cutting me off, her voice slightly raising in the end. I catch a glimpse of my vampire skinned face in the front mirror, cringing at the tufts of hair sticking upwards.
There’s a slight pause, as I take a minute to decipher what she said. Fucking hell. “Did you break your English teacher's glasses again?” She asks sighing, and I instantly conjure up an image of her shaking her head, and shudder slightly. She mentioned the fucking backyard. I'm in for a long talk tonight.
What if she puts me in boarding school?
What if she sends me off to Uncle Fredrick's?
Oh my god, what if she disowns me?
"Jesus Christ, Blue, are you even listening to me?" I nearly jump out of my skin, at her sudden shriek, swerving the car to a deadly left. The pumping machine inside my body rams against my ribcage as I control the urge to just run away and jump off a cliff; put an end to this ridiculous drama.
With my right hand on the steering wheel I grab the phone and cut the call, my breathing heavy. A decision I will fucking regret when I'm back home, but screw it now.
I'm already in deep trouble, and at the moment I need my grandma in the fucking car as soon as possible.
I speed down the road, my mind still foggy and confused. And scared shitless.
The people on the roads clear out, as the time ticks down. The sky's darkening and the only thing I can think of is...how hungry I am. After picking up grandma, I'll just drive us to McDonald's and get myself a happy meal, because I'm goddamn getting roasted when I reach home.
I'm surprised mother, hasn't called me back. She usually demands straight answers from me, and somehow always coaxes shits out of me. But with the situation at hand, she might be busy with finishing all the world's tissue boxes.
Huge trees start covering the sides of the roads, and I see a board pointing out that the airport is a few kilometres ahead.
Who even built an airport so far from the community?
I cross a huge blue sign reading "Marshmallow Woods" and the view changes to closely packed dense trees and blueberry bushes. The sunset is now being showcased, extremely mesmerizing yet very triggering of today's events.
The blueberries in the bushes remind me of the good times we used to have back when Dad used bring me and Angelica here. Back when, I was a kid and responsibilities didn't exist.
A sad smile surfs my face, but I frown in confusion as I notice the car slowing down. My eyes stay glued to my window, the outside scenery as it passes me slower and slower by the second, activating my panic mode. I widen my eyes in realisation as thoughts of a car breakdown hit me. It's been quite a few days since I had this beauty checked up. Fuck. No.
"I swear, I'll be good to all my teachers, from now on. Oh Jesus, please help me..."
My leg pushes on the gas pedal, but all in vain. The car fucking stops. For good.
I officially establish the fact ; the universe hates me. "Fucking kill me, already." A string of curses in all the seven languages I know, leave my mouth as I bang the horn repeatedly, with my forehead.
And like all the god's above were taking turns to make my day miserable the shiny blue bonnet of my car springs to life hitting the front glass and scaring the fuck out of me.
I scream in ugly, and scramble out of the car, wrapping my arms around myself.
The cold air hits my hot face, and I shiver grabbing my phone, from the passenger seat. A knot starts forming in my stomach as I stare at the black screen, in hopes of lighting the fuck up. With all the rage of a lion my fingers rape the power button but, God reallh wants me to die today.
I'm all set, in nothing but a flimsy yellow crop top, with a few dollars and a...dead phone.
Fucking great, Blue.
[ so maybe it was a bit boring, but now yk what typa gurl our main bitch is. hope you enjoyed this chapter cos i did have a good time writing. i can't promise any regular updates cos life is hectic, but hope u stick around. don't forget to vote, muah.
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