The school bell rang. Finally the end of another boring day. I was walking down the hall towards my locker when I heard my best friend Abbey calling my name.
"Faith!!" she called. I stood on the side of the hallway, out of passing student way, to wait for Abbey. When she finally reached me she was our of breath. " Do you know how long of been trying to catch up to you? I mean gosh women you walk fast!" Abbey said.
"Hey, it's not fault you don't run fast." she just rolled her eyes at me.
"So are you coming to the party tonight?" she asked.
"The big bash going on at Jake Harolds house tonight. Its going to be huge!" she exclaimed.
"Na, I think I'm just going to hang out at home tonight." Abbey gave a an exasperated look.
"Faith! You have to come! How the H*ll am I supposed to have fun at the biggest party of the year without my best friend by my side?" I just shrugged.
"I just don't feel like partying." Abbey looked at me with worry in her eyes. Here we go again.
"Faith, Hun, it's been a long time since..." she trailed off. "What I mean is, you need to get out more. Have some fun for once."
"I do have fun." she looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"When? When you are sitting at home watching movies and eating ice cream every weekend?" I just shrugged.
"I don't want to leave my dad alone."
"Faith, your dad will be fine for a few hours.' I didn't reply and looked down at the ground. I heard Abbey take a deep breath before saying,
"Hun, its been a long time since your mom passed, and I know your sad and still grieving, but you should go out, have some fun, maybe that will help you get threw it." I didn't say anything.
"Faith, sitting home and doing nothing just gives you more time to thing about the bad things that have happened. It gives you a long time to think about the car crash. Have some fun. It will take your mind off of things for a while. Pleeeaaasse?" she wouldn't stop. I knew her. When Abbey got her mind set on something, she doesn't give up until it's hers.
I looked up at her to see her giving me the puppy dog eyes. I stared at her for a minute thinking. A party wouldn't be so bad. It might actually be fun for once. Maybe Abbey was right. I did need to get out more.
'Fine." I said. Abbey was now jumping up an down with excitement. "On a few conditions." she stopped jumping. "One, only for a few hours. Two, no drinking. Three, when its time to go its time to go." she was nodding furiously. "Ok. We can go."
"yes!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's going to be a blast you'll see! I will pick you up at seven!" she gave me a big hug before jogging off down the hall, and out the school doors. Well this is going to be an interesting night.
I left school as quickly as possible just wanting to get away, and jumped into my car. On the ride home I thought about my mom. Damn you Abbey for putting her back into my head.
I find myself thinking about my mom a lot these days. I miss her so much. She was sick one day and refused to call in sick for work, saying that this could be a break through for her and she didn't want to screw it up. I tried to convince her not to go in but she refused.
So my mom was on her way to work, and something went wrong. I don't know if she wasn't paying attention, or nodded off for a sec, but when my mom was getting off the high way she missed the rode and drove her car right into a ditch and didn't stop until she hit a tree.
The doctors say that my mom died instantly and they don't think she felt a thing. I think that's bull sh*it and they just say that to try and make you feel better.
Nothing they say can ever make my mother dieing see better than it is. I find it horrible that they would even try.
Tears were now in streams down my cheeks. I hated crying, especially in front of people. But I just missed my mom so much. It hurt thinking about her, but I could never stop the thoughts from coming.
I pulled into my drive way, and parked my car. Before I went into the house I concentrated on calming my breathing. I couldn't let my dad see me like this. He was already a mess from my moms death and seeing me a mess would just make it worse.