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Chapter
7
A little while
later my Mom came upstairs with dinner. It was seven
oclock.
"I thought
that I would bring you something to eat." She said in
a soft voice. Her eyes stained red from tears.
"I'm not
hungry." I answered in a harsh tone.
"Well,
I'll leave it here incase you decide you need it.
Goodnight Honey. I love you."
I
didn't answer. After she had gone back downstairs I ate
the plate of dinner she had brought me. I lied to her about
not being hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast.
I wasn't going to let my mom win this argument. I
was so mad at her for ruining my chances with Brandon.
The
next morning my mom was at work. She hadn't made me
lunch or left me a note. I threw a bag of chips in my
backpack and left for the day.
Brandon finally
talked to me during English.
"I'm so
sorry for what happened the other night. Come to my party
tonight. As my date."
I agreed to meet
Brandon at his house around seven that night. It was Friday
so I didn't have to wake up early the next morning for
school.
"I'll be
there."
After school I
went shopping for a new outfit to wear. My mother would
never let me go to a party with a boy but I didn't care.
I was going to that party and I was going to look hot doing
it.
I bought red
dress that hugged my body and really uncomfortable sparkly heels.
I painted my nails red and straightened my hair until it
was pin straight. I wouldn't usually wear something
like that but I was going to make my mom mad and this outfit did
exactly what I wanted it to do.
Samantha was
coming to the party too. She wore something a little less,
trashy.
It was almost
time for me to meet Brandon and my mom was down stairs.
"Perfect." I thought, "She'll see
me dressed like this and can't do anything about
it."
I walked down the
stairs and saw my mom sitting in the kitchen on the phone.
She saw me and hung up the phone.
"Sorry
Karen, I have to go. I'll talk to you
later."
"Where do
you think you're going?" My mom asked as I put on
my shoes.
"Brandon's party." I
answered.
"Not when
you're dressed like that you aren't. Go change or
you aren't going."
"I'm 18
now. You can't tell me what to do
anymore."
We met Brandon at
his house.
The whole room
stopped talking and stared at me when I walked in.
"Oh. My.
God." Brandon said as he saw me.