It was early Sunday morning. The
weather was as stormy as my mood was—which rained the rains of Satan. Last week
had started out like any other normal weekend. It was good, not great, but okay.
Just like everyday, I had drove home from school on Friday and woken up super
late on Saturday. Then suddenly, around one in the afternoon, when I had barely
woken up, my Mom hit me with the news. My world came crashing down as soon as
she uttered the dreaded words.
“Wake
up Evangeline… I know we have argued… you are moving to Grandma’s…the summer…”
I only caught snippets of what she said through my drowsiness, but it was
enough. The words brought sudden clarity to everything, my sight, and my
emotions. I almost died with dread right then.
“But…but…but,”
I blubbered.
“No
buts! This is final and you are going to Massachusetts
I
sat on my bed for a while, still open-mouthed and unable to believe what I had
just witnessed. After what felt like an hour, but was actually just a few
minutes, I started going through the motions of waking myself up. Surely I
would feel better when I was totally awake. Surely that was just a nightmare.
It had to be. There was no other reason for Mom to be making such rash
decisions. I hopped of my bed and groggily walked to the bathroom, rubbing my
eyes. I stared at the mirror. A girl with bright red hair, dark green eyes and
pale skin stared back. The odd gold fleck in the eyes glittered in the bathroom
light. I looked away.
Exactly
one hour later I was clean, fresh, and fully functional. I threw on a light
blue sundress with white flats and walked down the stairs. I opened the
curtains and started making breakfast, my stomach grumbling.
“Anyone
want pancakes?” I called out. No one answered. “Hello?” I walked to the living
room. No one was there. Huh. I walked back to the kitchen and looked around. I
found a note on the refrigerator addressed to me.
“Hey Evie!
Your dad and I had to leave for
the weekend for a work meeting. There is some money for you in the jar behind
the fishbowl. We thought it would make you feel a little better after the news
we gave you and then us leaving on such short notice. Spend it wisely! We will
be back by Monday night. Stay safe!
Love, Mom and Dad”
News?
Double Huh.
Mom
and Dad didn’t usually leave without telling me at least a week before. I guess
it must have been urgent, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to. Still it was
a shopping spree for me! I did want those new shoes I saw last weekend…
“Morning
Mustache!” I whispered to the goldfish as I looked for the jar behind its bowl.
I took the money out and slipped it in a white purse. The cash felt heavy. Mom
and Dad must have felt really guilty. I grabbed the car keys and walked out the
door, feeling sincerely happy for the first time all day. That must have been a
nightmare in the morning.
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