Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Cecilia Sharpe sighs deeply through her nose as she scans the middle school gymnasium for the 10th time, making sure to keep a careful eye on all the 12/13 year old children dancing to their hearts content.
The pop music playing loudly through the large speakers fills her ears, which seems to make her even more annoyed. This music isn't even good. They should really play something better.
But it's what she signed up for of course- it's her fault for giving into her kids' pleas of: 'Mom it'll be fun we promise! Mom it won't be that bad'.
Lia laughs at her own thoughts; thinking back on how her two devils swayed her into coming here. She shakes her head knowing she has to deal with this for a few more hours.
Lia would do anything for her children. Celine and Scott are the light of her lives and she doesn't know where she would be without them.
To be honest, when she caught her ex husband cheating she thought her world was ending, he was the love of her life of course! Her high school sweetheart.
But she knew she had to pull through for her children.
Although it's stressful juggling her career and taking care of her children, she makes it work. With the help of her family and friends she's made sure everything has been perfect for them.
Another sigh leaves her lips as she sips the very sweet tasting fruit punch/drink thing in her cup. Surely this is stuff is unhealthy, right? It's bright pink and the foam is about to bubble over the top of the cup.
Oh well, she won't be here much longer...at least she hopes so.
She contemplates adding some whiskey, or even some rum, to her glass but that wouldn't be very responsible of her...although the screaming and cheering of about 100 kids in this packed gymnasium hall does make it tempting.
However it seems like fate has other options for Cecilia. Her gaze moves from the dance-floor towards someone else in the room; another chaperoning parent: Elias Black.
She's seen him a few times at school visits and parent teacher conferences, but has never attempted to strike up a conversation with him.
There's something about him that makes her want to go over to him, though. To talk to him. To make him notice her.
He seems to be regretting his life choices too, it looks like he doesn't want to be chaperoning here either- but anything for the kids right?
With a new found confidence she decides to make her way over to him. She needs some adult support right now to soothe her aching brain from this hell they call a school.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
