" Xzavia, can you please come help unpack?"
My mom yelled from the living room. I yawned, waking up from my slumber on the floor of my new room I was decorating. I turned on my left side to my beloved mini snow wolf mod, and vaped a huge white cloud.
"Coming."
Xzavia Bell.
Welcome to the life of a hippie loser.
I got up, lazily and made my way downstairs, seeing my mom having her second glass of wine. I saw that the last boxes to be unpacked was her work stuff. My mom is the famous owner for Lolita magazine, main reason why we moved.
"No way, dude. You didn't help me unpack."
"I'm your mom. Not a dude, dude." She teased. She chugged down her last drop of wine then wobbled over to the creme colored couch. "Please help me. I'm too lazy to go on."
"That's a trait me and you both share, Lorita." I walked over to the fridge and took out the carton of orange juice we bought earlier, then fished out a tall glass from the cabinet. I poured the citrus beverage into the empty cup until it was half full. I quenched my thirst within seconds, then proceeded to wash the cup.
"Are you excited for school?" My mom looked at me, pausing on her instagram scrolling.
"Eh. I don't like being the new girl. Plus, we had the best vape shop."
"We really did. I'm gonna miss the blueberry blow pop oil." My mom agreed. "Even though, we could order it off the site."
"True that. That's not the only thing, though. Everyone accepted me, mom. No one here is gonna love my weirdness like Anderson High did."
"I'm sure you'll make new friends, darling."
"Maybe, but no one will replace my old squad."
"I know, honey."
That was true. I would never find no one as awesome as Carla, Dave, Trina, and Marcus. We've been friends since diapers. We did everything and anything together. Plus, our weirdness levels were in sync. It was a sad departure the last time I saw them. I'll never forget them. It's hard to when you promise to skype them every weekend.
I walked over to the door, and grabbed my keys off the end table.
"Where are you going?" My mom wondered, pouring another glass of pink moscato.
"To go look for a part time job."
"What about your business?"
"My business is dead, mom. Did you know how long it took to build my clientele? Two years. I wouldn't get any customers here."
In my old city, I had a business called Lip Tricks. Basically, I was teaching girls and guys how to kiss. It was forty bucks by the hour. I started it in my first year of highschool and my first client was my best friend, Dave. That was pretty awkward at the time but I understood that he was trying to help.
"Well what about a new business? Join my magazine team."
"Please." I rolled my green eyes. "Only preppy, prissy bitches read that magazine and fuck with that magazine."
"Very well." My mom turned back to her movie. "And on the way out, put five dollars in the swear jar."
Dammit.
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I pulled over to a nice little cafe on Main street I discovered while driving. My rumbly stomach persuaded me to park and take a peek at the menu. I looked at the black and blue sign that read 'Uncle Rick's Place' in cursive. I walked inside the medium sized place and took a look around, and the first thing I noticed were two scrawny blondes in flannels and black tights at the hostess stand. Behind the stand was a red head with blue eyes and nice cheek bones. She stared down at me with disgust, folded her legs, and her arms.
"Hi. Welcome to Uncle Rick's. Where the barbeque is banging, and the service is great." She rolled her eyes while she spoke her carless words. "Sit wherever you like, we don't care." The blondes then giggled, popped their gum, then went behind the blue stand.
I scoffed, took out my vape, took a huge inhale, then blew the smoke out to the ground. Their faces went from smirky to stoney.
"Look at the sign." The blonde with freckles spoke and pointed at a piece of paper that had obviously drawn bubble letters saying, 'No Vape Geeks With Their Fake Clouds'.
"I'm not a vape geek, babe. I'm a vape lover." I flipped my violet purple locks as I walked to a far away booth next to the bar. All the teens stopped chewing on their saucy meat and stopped drinking their beverages as I walked through the restaurant. I hated being the new girl. I took my seat and grabbed the black menu, opening the folds.
"Hmm... Strawberry smoothie? With maybe some ribs. Popcorn shrimp sounds good too. With beer brewed fries. Ooh, angus burger. Eight ounce. Corn on the cob."
"Is that all you want, fat ass?" I looked up at the red head who was also my waitress, and smirked.
"I'll take a side salad too, chicken legs." I looked at her name tag.
Roxy.
"Mhm." She closed her notebook and walked away.
"Thanks, Roxy!" I yelled, and started surfing facebook. I looked in my notifications tab and seen my old squad tagged me in some posts. I sighed, deciding to check them later. I didn't want to start the emotion train.
"So are you new?" The blondes sat on the other side of my booth.
"What's it to you?" I asked, scrolling and grinning at some memes.
"Don't be so rude." Freckles pouted.
"Yeah, don't be so rude." The other said. I peeked at their name tags.
Loreal and Lucy.
"You guys were rude first." I said.
"We can be. Our daddy owns the place. So ha, choke on your tits." Loreal folded her arms.
"Yea, choke on your tits." Lucy giggled.
"Do you always have to repeat me?" Loreal glared at Lucy.
"I don't always repeat you." As the angry twins glared at each other, Roxy came with a tray of food. As she angled her hand, it didn't take long to notice my whole food order on my Beatles t-shirt. I winced at the hot steam burning my skin.
"Woops." Roxy chuckled and put her hand on her left hip.
"Fucking...bitch!" I growled, taking a handful of napkins to clean myself up. "I want to speak to a manager!"
"Hi, I'm Roxanne. Can I help you?" She gave me a plastic barbie smile.
"I cannot believe this." I got up, and grabbed my keys, and started to walk away from Roxy and the laughing twins.
"Are you walking out without paying?" Roxy acted shocked and put a hand over her mouth sarcastically.
"Bite me."
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"You're a very lucky girl. Someone has paid your bail." The lady officer said, opening up the cell door. Some biker chick shoved me out of the way and tried to escaped but ended up getting pepper sprayed. She screamed and dropped like a bag of potatoes. "Anyone else?" The officer asked and everyone shook their heads no. "Good. Come along, Ms. Bell." I got up, happily, and walked right out of the cell of thieves and law breakers.
I easily spotted my mom in her expensive prada. She glared at me and took my hand after finishing her paper work.
"What did you do?"
"Absolutely nothing." Her expression softened.
"Okay."
That's why I love my mom. She believes me. It's been like that since day one. So I return the favor by not lying.
"Want Taco Bell?"
"Yes!"
