Immortal Child

Immortal Child - Chapter 1*

If all else fails, immortality can always be assured by spectacular error.
                                                                                   John Kenneth Galbraith

~CHAPTER 1 - Memories~

Roxanne

               “Mom, there’s a party tonight at Kim’s house, you know, the annual farewell for all the graduates, and I was wondering if it would be all right for me to go?”

               I bit my lip, hoping and praying she’d say yes. Mom never liked it when I hung out with the elder crowd. She thought it unsuitable. She preferred it when I still hung out with Mike. The boy I grew up with, the boy I secretly love. I hadn’t seen Mike in months, and I missed him dearly. He was my best friend, my better half.

               “Well Rox, you know I don’t like you hanging out with those older kids...” surprise, surprise “...and besides, it’s a school night, and isn’t this party only meant for the graduates, you know, the kids who have worked hard to deserve going to this party?”

               Mom’s on my case about me letting my grades fall last year, since I joined the cheer squad.  She thinks academics are more important, which is true, there’s no denying it, but extra curricula’s are important too. I wanted to make something of my life, and cheerleading along with fine grades would guarantee a definite spot in a fine college.

               “You’re never going to forgive me for letting my grades slip, are you mom?”

               I already knew the answer to that. Mom didn’t even answer my question; she only gave me that look, trying to tell me to watch my place. I shrugged back in my chair, knowing that I was condemned by authority of my mother. Too often would I try my luck with her, but I knew when to draw back.

               “Sorry Rox, but I can’t let you go tonight. Besides, don’t you have a history assignment you need to finish before Monday?”

               Humph, so she was still checking on my homework with my teachers, only because my grades dropped. I was lightly annoyed with my mother, checking up on me behind my back. It somewhat hurt me, thinking she couldn’t trust me completely; I had always been a model child.

               “And when was the last time you talked to Mike? You know, you two have been friends since kinder garden.” I ignored her question as if I haven’t heard what she just said.

               Mom really loved Mike, he was like family. I missed him and I knew he missed me too, but we’ve both changed, grown up. We had diverse interests, and in high school, you can’t associate with the wrong group. I had a rank to uphold, becoming head cheerleader had its consequences. I couldn't think about Mike though, it hurt too much. The yearning along with the guilt tugged at my heart strings.