Glass

Clear solid

When I was 8 my mother told me that nothing could harm me. To keep my imagination.

I turned 10 and she said remember your reality.

13 she told me that love is important but always know your boundaries and stay focused on what's true.

17.............she was gone...............

My mom disappeared at the time I was about 13and a half. She was only 29 years old when she died. I was a foster kid until my grandma finally got herself together and came to the fact of accepting me as her granddaughter. Since mom had me at a very young age, my grandma never really supported her. She believed in sex after marriage and waiting a while to have kids. My mother didn't care all that much. I've heard stories of grandma how she was strict and wanted you to do exactly what she asked when she asked it, how she asked it. She was strict , and had more strength than u think a 72 year old would have. She was mean but had a cautiously nice side to her. I've only seen it a couple times in the past years.

I sit on the roof as grandma cooks dinner. Waiting for her to tell me down.
I look down at all the kind days playin bf in the street. Thinking how I was only allowed to be on the sidewalk. Thinking of how free they are. At such a young age. My mother never had any freedom as a kid. She got her license at the rightful age, grandma took that till she was 21. Had all the good grades, and was accepted to a far college in cali. Grandma made her go to a community college so she would be close. She couldnt go out with friends on a Friday night. Was home on the weekends. Wasn't the most pleasant childhood.

Sometimes I even wonder how she had secret time to make me. And who with.
"Lets go mythania." Grandmas voice getting older by the minute.
I climb down and swing into my window. Something hits my butt as I'm in my room. I look back to think it was a loose nail in the window, but to my surprise I see A boy.

"What do you want?" I say.
"Come down. I wanna show you something."
I stay there in my window for a second then roll my eyes.
"what is it?"
" I can't say. You have to see."
"Mythania Richards. You beta not be talkin to that boy!" Grandma knows about him. She knows everything about him. She grew up with his family and said there're not good people. Megan comes and talks to me at night sometimes but ever since grandma banned him off her property he hasn't been back in a while.
"Coming gramma!" I look back to Megan.
"I have to go." He continues to talk but I shut my window before I can hear anything he says.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?" Grandma whispers as I take my seat at the table.
" I am. He doesn't even go to my school so there's now way I can be around him."
"Don't get smart with me."
"I'm not!" I yell. ". You barely let me out the house! How am I gonna see anyone anyways?"
She just sat there in silence not says my anything for a long while. I was worried maybe I went to far, or where all that even came from. I wanted to say sorry and that I didn't mean it, but I knew I did. Where else would it have came from. I wouldn't had said it if I it wasn't real.

I take a roll out of the basket in the middle of table, and start eating it without thanking for my food.
"Your just like your mother." Her voice sharp and serious. The remark put chills down my back.
"I don't know what you mean."
"You do." I honestly didn't. "Your unruly, want to be curious and go out with friends. You think you know everything about the world and the people around you." She slowly peeled pieces off her roll to make them more eatable for her.
"I'm a teenager what do you expect? To keep me locked up in here the rest of my life?!"
"Yes!" Her face had turned a red tint and she was standing over me. I pushed out my chair and grabbed my plate. She tried and stop me by grabbing my arm, forcefully I snatched away  and ran upstairs. My phone was buzzing in my back pocket.
"What?!" My voice exposing my tears.
"Don't ask, but....please come with me tonight."
I look down at my phone yo see the caller. It just said NO CALLER ID. I continue the conversation.
"Who is this?"
"Morgan. And don't ask." My heart drops. Morgan has my phone number is not only weird but scary. I never knew Morgan on a personal base. Honestly I never even talked to him other than from my window. We never had full conversation. And I never gave him my number...ever.
"How did you get this number?" I make my voice demanding and firm.
"I just said don't ask."
"I dont know you. I can't go. You don't even know me!"
"But I do." Grandma slams open the door and I quickly hang up.
"Who was that mythania?" I hesitate to answer.
"No one."
"I am not stupid." She walks over to me and sits beside me on my bed. Her arm reaches over to get my phone but I switch hands and put it under my thigh. Her face old and wrinkly frowns. Her eyes turn black and stares me deep in the eye. Scared of what she might do I secretly try and take my battery out and hand her just the phone.
"Close your window." She takes my un batteried phone and leaves. My body is cold and my legs are shaking I'm controllably. I layed down and just balled up in my covers.