Trashy yet Recyclable

Memory String:Chapter1

"Sam liking John Lakers," Whitney answered after taking a French frie.

"The Lakers' kid?" Dad asked stunned when I opened my cheeseburger's wrapper.

"Yea," Whitney crunched and swallowed, "How much was it for like two years, right?"

I put my cheeseburger down and said, "Can you shut up?"I was embarrassed. My face was turning  red like a ripe tomato.

"I think it's really cute." My mom answered, "But, for two years, darling what have you been doing?"

4:10p.m

"You know what I'm tired of this, you're making me uncomfortable." I said standing up walking to a round table by the window.

"Huh, what do you think what could have happened Whitney, if we didn't leave?" I heard my mother say.

"I think she would still be silent as a mouse." Her voice coming distant.

I couldn't stand that they kept talking about John right in front of me and discussing, how adorable how a freshman has a crush. I know John is cute, but come on now, why can't they get with the program that since I'm moving, I don't want to think about him.

Ugh, I think it's a real pain in the ass, when your sister betrays you like that and what the heck was she over there, anyways? Because I doubt that she did something nice for me because what she did was humiliatiing. It's not that I don't like her, it's that I hate her.Yup, that's the word HATE.She shouldn't even be in my business in the first place. Ugh, this all sucks, I want to go back!!!!!

Though, if I did go back and if this didn't happened would I really be silent as a mouse?

 Shoot!

   I just dropped ketchup on my pants when I opened the damn thing. I took a napkin quickly from the sliver container that held the napkins inside and tried to take it off from my pants. I couldn't take it off. The only thing now that stayed was a stained mark on my pants in the private area which looked like I had my period. I sipped my soda and looked both ways to make it casual that noboby saw that because in the corner of my eye they're were more people coming in. I could see my parents were spying on me. That's real nice that they're spying on me because that tells me that they're too weak to come over here and apologize.

4:18p.m.

Whoa, I'm so full I feel like that I'm that fat lady who ate a horse and many other things. How can she do that and not die? I think that's just insane and who the heck would eat a horse, anyways? Horses are so cute, but annoying they're always making me think that they're eating something and they're not!! And their butt, whats up with their butt being all out?

4:24p.m

I stood up and threw my tray away. When I got up, I saw my mom and my dad still eating, while NOYB girl was still talking. She probably might be discussing Christmas that little free loader. I don't care that she's only seventeen, I still think she needs a job and pronto. Also, she needs to look for College because she also needs to leave the house pronto, too.I became the bigger person and walked to the table and sat down where I sat before.

"Are you calm now?" My mom asked. "What do you have on your pants?"

Uh-oh I thought it was un-noticable when I stood up, but I guess it wasn't.

What am I calm now, does she think I'm an animal or something? Huh, good to know. "What the heck are you saying?" I answered ignoring the thing about my pants when my dad took the tray and dumped it in the trash.

"I'm just saying how you get all tempered like because you get crazy and I just want to know, if you're okay." She responded.

"If you really cared about me then, why didn't you go and check." I demanded.

"Look, young lady you know how you get when you're furious, okay." She snapped when my dad came back.

"Ugh, you know what just forget about it because I bet if Whitney went over there, you would go crazy and go, wouldn't you?"

"Sam." She replied impatient mixed with annoyance.

"No, I always knew she was your favorite just because I don't dress girly or act girly doesn't mean you can see me as her shadow!" I growled.

"Sam, that's enough." My dad grunted standing in front of the table. "Come on, you're embarrassing us ever since you were in the line."

I tired to hold the tears that I had been trying to pull off to them when I didn't want to go, but now I understand why it cames out now because of the word he said to me, embrassment.

"Let's just go to Massachusetts and when we get there I'll let you play the game of Sam is the shadow of Whitney, shall we?" I stormed out and stood by the car, while they stayed there stunned. A tear rolled down my cheek wondering how my favorite person in the world called me, an embrassment.

4:36p.m

Couple of minutes passed by and the door swung open and I saw that my dad came out and said, "What has gotten into you. You've been nothing, but a mess?" I suddenly wiped off my cheek and rubbed my eyes together.

"Look, can you open the trunk?" I replied impatiently.

"Why?" He asked.

"Dad, just please."  I begged not wanting to cry again and say is that what you really think about me?

  He took out his keys from his pocket and went to the passenger seat and turned on the car. I saw the trunk had a little crack to its opening and I walk towards it and opened it. I took out a suit case that I packed and put it on the ground. Then, I picked it up and went to the sidewalk with it and sat down and opened it while my dad was asking me what are you doing?

I took out my pink, pig that I had since I was five years old and since then before my tween years, I hadn't let it go. Next, I took out my green, fat iPod because along the road, I don't want to hear them or think that they're giving me the silent treatment which I should be doing . I zipped up the bag and put it back in the trunk and went inside the car. My dad came in as well.

"Sweetie have you always felt that way?" My dad asked turning back.

Poor little kid like he didn't know, he was under a spell. I decided not to answer him and put on my headphones while I kept my little pig close to me. Then, I put my head on the window waiting for the evil mom and sister to come. Dad understood my silence. He turned on the radio and honked on the horn for them to hurry up. I stroked the pig up and down, I know whoa sexual!! But I had to do it because I had an urge to hold onto it.