It All Started With An Apple

Chapter 24

I glared, not seeing the humor in being shoved around.  “Don’t touch me.”

“Brianne, don’t start acting like this, or you will not be able to go to the movies tomorrow,” my mom scolded. 

When I cocked an eyebrow in her direction, showing my disbelief, my mom jabbed my dad in the ribs as though for emphasis.  My dad let out a strangled cry of shock before quickly nodding toward me.  “Yeah!” he exclaimed seeming confused as to what exactly he was talking about.  Poor guy.  “What she said.”

“Dad, what did Mom say?” Garrett asked, just to torture him.

“If you were listening, you’d know,” my dad retorted.  He glanced at me.  I gave him a thumb’s up.

My mom sighed.  “I’m serious, Brianne.  Don’t pull an attitude or there will be consequences.”

Such an empty threat!  My mom wanted me to socialize, to make friends.  If she was going to punish me, it would be after tomorrow’s hang-out.  She and I both knew it.

I sighed as I followed Garrett into the car, sitting in the middle seat.  I wasn’t even going to bother complaining about it.  The middle seat was seen as my seat, as it would be forevermore.  There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

“Well, if I do say so myself, your high school has a very good team!” my dad exclaimed as he pulled us out of the parking lot

I crossed my arms over my chest.  I suppose we did.  I mean, we won didn’t we?  I still didn’t really understand the game or its stress-inducing ways, but I guess our team could be qualified as good.  I mean, if my dad, the football fanatic, considered our team amazing, then we obviously were.

“I’ll say!” Kyla agreed with a nod.  “This was the first game I’ve been to in a while, and they’ve improved a lot.”

It took me a second to figure out when she’d gone to a football game.  Then I realized that she used to date people on the football team.  I nodded slightly to myself.  That explained why I judged Dannon the way I did.  Kyla’s boyfriends from the football team were assholes.  All of them were.

“I’m not going to the next game,” I declared.

“Party poopers are not welcome!” Garrett shook his head, jutting his lip out into a pout.  “They’re no fun.”

“I’m not pooping on any party,” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest.  Though, I would appreciate it if someone took a shit on a party with a clown.  I mean, who wants to see those things anyway?”

Garrett, Kyla, and my dad all chortled.  My mom, on the other hand, shot me a reproving look.  “Brianne, what did I tell you about cussing?”

“My apologies,” I said immediately, not feeling sorry at all.

“Mom, you’ve got to admit that was pretty funny,” Garrett pressed, staring my mom down like a hawk as though willing her to see things our way. 

My mom smiled, and you could see that she indeed found my comment hilarious.  “I’m not going to admit to anything.”

Oh, my dear mother.  You are so oblivious to your information giving-away-ness.

Yes, I totally just failed at dissing my mother.  Leave me alone.

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“Brianne, Kyla, Dannon’s here!”

In an instant, Kyla flew from her spot on the couch, sprinting to the door and prying it open.  I stared at her hopping figure blankly for a moment before forcing myself up from the couch, dragging myself over to her.  The amount of energy she contained was astounding, it really was.