My Record Store Romance

Still No Pancakes and a Job Interview

Chapter two; Still No Pancakes and a Job Interview

Rewritten

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"You are completely irresponsible Hailey!" My mother yelled at me as she paced around the kitchen, putting emphasis on every syllable in irresponsible. "You have no respect whatsoever for anything that I buy you; not even mentioning the fact that you are entirely unreliable!"

Being the proud lawyer that she was, meant that my mom not only had the ability, but also the wit to continue an argument for an excessively long period of time. But, either way, you couldn't really consider this an argument in the first place seeing that I was sitting mortified at the kitchen table; while she screamed and lectured me for way longer than necessary. With her, everything had to either always be overdone or not done at all, and this was definitely no exception.

She was absolutely fuming about the whole car situation, so after leaving work and rushing home, she switched right into lawyer mom mode and really let me have it. I knew I wasn't going to be let off that easily, because in my mom's case that was unheard of, but I had no idea that it was going to be this bad.

So basically, we were going onto the third hour of her yelling at me about things I already knew, while I attempted to stay awake.

"And Millie was in the car! Could you imagine if she would've gotten hurt? If you would've hit that boy on the motorcycle?" 

I knew she was trying to get her point across as well as possible, but all I could concentrate on was  not trying to let my head bob over, and the crazy hand gestures she was making as she spoke. Her face was a strange shade of red, and she looked flustered, but I couldn't identify if it was because of me or because of the stress of the day. Maybe it was both.

Finally, I decided it was probably a good time for me to speak up, since I didn't know how much longer I could handle this endless lecture. I was amazed that I had even managed to survive this long.

"Mom," I sighed, leaning forward and placing both my hands on the table in front of me. "I don't know what you want me to say. I told you the entire story already. You know none of this is my fault."

She huffed loudly, taking her time to walk over to the table and plop into the seat across from mine. She looked like she was trying to decide what she was going to say next, but she was most likely just trying to make me as anxious as possible. And it was working, because I squirmed in my seat as she put her face in her hands and shook her head at me.

Then, her natural lawyer instinct must have kicked in again, because all she said was "Hailey, it's just as much your fault as it is that boy's on the motorcycle. You both are equally responsible." 

Typical lawyer tactic. In my mom's eyes, both parties can be equally responsible and/or guilty until an actual verdict is given. Too bad there wasn't a judge sitting on the couch that could let my mom know that I, in fact, was completely innocent.

"You and I both know that's total crap. He drove right in front of me! I didn't even have time to turn!" I sighed, trying to maintain my calm cover up, but underneath it all, I was starting to feel just as frustrated as she was. "Nobody was hurt! I just don't get why we're even still talking about this!"

"You have got to be joking Hailey," she began, looking up from her hands and glaring at me. "I don't think you're taking this nearly as serious as it is." The disappointment that seeped into her voice was clearly evident in her sentence, making me frown.

I threw my hands up in the air. God; I was really getting know where with her. How much longer was this conversation going to last?

"Fine." I added in, rolling my eyes sarcastically. "I fully understand the extent of my actions. And I promise, to never, ever make a human mistake again, because they are obviously not allowed in this household." I got up, pushing away my chair and looking towards the stairs. I was fed up with the car topic, and I was ready to bolt up to my room. Couldn't she just ground me, get it fixed, and move on? The hour long death glares really weren't all that necessary.