Mandi
“Why are we going out to eat,” I asked my mom as we climbed into her car.
“Why not just make dinner ourselves?”
“Because I don’t feel like cooking, Mandi,” she answered buckling her seat belt.
“I understand that you’ve been working all day, but I don’t really feel good,” I
told her while I buckled my own seatbelt.
“Why are you complaining,” my mom asked me. “I thought that you wanted to
get out of the house since you’ve been trapped on the couch all day.”
“Kind of,” I said slowly. “Let’s just go and get this talk and dinner done and over
with.”
I wasn’t lying to my mom about not really feeling good. Maybe Dillon was right
and I hadn’t looked good, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that I
had been hospitalized for alcohol poisoning last night.
“Mandi, are you even listening to me,” my mom nearly shouted breaking me out
of my thoughts.
“Sorry, mom, what were you saying,” I asked her.
“Where do you want to go eat,” my mom asked. I could tell that she was kind of
pissed off by how hard she was gripping the steering wheel.
“You can pick,” I mumbled.
“What was that,” she asked. “You can’t mumble an answer and expect me to be
able to hear you. Mandi, you need to speak up so that I can hear you.”
“What I want is to just go home,” I shouted. “I don’t want to talk about anything!
I get that you’re disappointed in me, but I don’t need to you to explain it to me
over dinner. Just take me home!”
“No, we’re going to dinner whether you like it or not. We have way more to talk
about than just the fact that you went to a party with alcohol.”
“Like what, mom,” i asked her as I glared at her.
“Get out of this car,” my mom shouted slamming on the brakes.
“I will,” I said unbuckling my seatbelt and climbing out of the vehicle. I slammed
the door behind me and started running blindly.
I didn’t know where I was going to go, I just needed to get away from my mom.
Then it hit me: I needed AnaBella.
I stopped running and looked around me at my surroundings. I was in Dillon’s
neighborhood, but I didn’t want to go to his house while I was bawling my eyes
out like a two-year-old.
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Accidents
Teen FictionFollowing an act of sheer violation, 15-year-old Mandi Williams is faced with having to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. To further complicate things, Dillon Hansen- AKA the school "hottie" and Mandi's elementary school crush- starts t...
