76The Last Day
"Mom, why the hell are we going again?" I asked for the sixth time in the car.
"Watch your language Chanelle and I told you before, were going to visit my long time best friend Cici."
I kept my anger to myself. Why did I have to come? I am, in fact, eighteen years old and have a life of my own. But, that is not an excuse my mom will take. And we weren't going to Leamington, or should I say "Farm world," to visit my mom's "long time best friend" as she implied.
"Mom, I don't want to meet your best friend in Farm world."
"Nonsense, Leamington is a lovely place and there are a lot of single men." And while she said this she winked at me.
Now there was the real reason why we were going. My mom intends to marry me off to a wealthy farm boy. Most people in Leamington grow tomatoes and sell them to supermarket companies. By doing this, they become quiet rich. I'm so excited; to leave early and get back to my own life.
"Mom, I told you before; I am not getting married anytime soon."
"Hush child, I'm driving."
I wish I had a father, but it will be hard to track him down. Since I was a result of an one night stand, I don't think he will be all that excited that he has a eighteen old daughter. Did you know that not having a father can make you feel like a loser? I sighed to myself. Maybe farm world wouldn't be as bad as I think it will be.
"Cici," My mother's scream can be heard from here to Lake Superior. I got out from the BMW with my arms crossed. I so wish I could be home right now shoving down a Big Mac. Mmmmm...Big Macs.
"Cici," my mom said, "I want you to meet my daughter Chanelle."
I growled out a "hello" and looked Ciciup and down. She's just like my mother: dyed- blond hair (her hair colour is actually black), petite bodies, close to the height of fivetwo, pale faces with too much make up on them. Can you spell s-l-u-t? I'm so glad that I resemble my non-existing father: brown hair that curls naturally, green-blue-kind of gold eyes, oval face, dark tanned skin, and tall overall around five eight.
"Heather," said Cici to my mother, "We must go around town and get to know people."
"I rather not," I said, "tired from the ride."
"Nonsense! Were going to meet people whether you like it or not."
So I was whisked away against my will to go meet people in town. Crap! They don't even have a McDonalds for me to buy food if I wanted to! I want to go home! I know I sound like a whining baby but who cares?
"Heather, this is Mr. and Mrs. Rolland and their son Matthew." Hellos and how are you were exchanged.
This was the seventh family we've been to with a son my age. Matthew wasn't that bad looking though. Actually, he was very good looking; tall, smooth out brown hair, tanned skin like mine, and a very toned body. I could see his muscles flex every time he moved his arms and his tight shirt made it possible to make out his six-pack abs. H-o-t, look up that word in the dictionary, and you will find the name Matthew there.
"Nice to meet you," I said in my 'I'm so innocent' voice.
"Hey, will you like to help me pick some tomatoes out back?" His voice was so inviting and sweet; I couldn't help blushing a bit. Which is very flipping unusual.
"Sure," I said and we walked down together.
"So," he asked checking me out, cue the blushing again, "how old are you?"
"I'm eighteen. You?"
"I'm nineteen," he said but then "Wow."
"What?"
"Nothing," he said.
"What? Tell me!"
"Ok fine. I never knew a girl can look so cute."
I just stood there, blinking at him. No one and I repeat no one said that to me before. As you may have guessed already, I'm not that social to the male specimen back home. However, I do read a ton of romance novels so I think on everything good I'm a expert at romance.
"Shut up," I said and punched him in the arm.
"And I never knew a girl could punch so hard too."
We talked as if we were friends for a long time. I never knew it could be so nice talking to a boy as if he was your best friend. Maybe I should try it more often back home. Hmmm, that was a possibility!
"Wow, time flies when your having fun," he said.
I looked up at the ski. There were already stars out. I wonder what happened to the sun. I must really enjoyed myself today. For once in my life.
"Well, I must be going then."
"This was great! Let me take you to a party tomorrow."
He gave me a pause. Should I go? Well it wasn't a formal date he was asking me on. So I guess it should be all right. As long, I don't drink too much…like that was going to happen.
"Yeah, that sounds cool."
"Great! Pick you up at 7:30?"
"Ok."
"Bye Chanelley," and he gave me a hug while walking down to the car.
Matthew hugged me. Me. The girl with a slut as a mother. Why did he hug me? I'm nothing special. Okay I'm over reacting. It was a normal friendly hug. And Chanelley? No one ever called me by a nickname. Okay now I'm just being paranoid. I should shut up.
"Yeah, you should," he said.
"Did I just say all that aloud?" I groaned to myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid...
"Yep! I heard from mother is a slut, to the hugging, to the nickname Chanelley, to shutting up."
I felt flushed in the face, curse you blush, "I feel like such a loser."
"Naw it's alright Chanelley," and he started to pinch my cheeks!
"Okay you know what? Of this moment on your name is Matty instead of Matthew."
"Glad to hear it," he started to smile, "I prefer Matty to Matthew."
"Shut up!"
The party was a blast! I've only been to about five parties since sixteen,(because I always get too wasted at parties...I can't hold my beer in for the love of me) and those were all crap compared to this one. There was actually good music to dance to. And, unlike teenager parties, not everyone is making-out at random places. I mentally did a cheer in my mind.
People were grinding on the dance floor so I just went along with the beat at the edge.
"Wow, you look lonely," said a man's voice at my ear.
I was so surprised; I jumped into the dancing jungle. I tried coming out of it, but everyone was too tight together.
"Sorry to scare you," Matty said, "I never knew you got scared easily."
"It's alright, just don't do it again." Your a big, fat jerk for scaring me like that...
"That is a promise to you milady," he said and bowed down to me.
"Hey, you don't have to get medieval with me. Anyways, is it possible I can go home now?"
"Sure, let me get my jacket."
Yes, home sweet home. Well not really, my home but you get the point. When I get there, I'm going to eat lots and lots of ice cream. Mmmm…ice cream. You've probably guessed I think about food constantly by now.
We got to where I'm staying. Matty gave me a hug, winked, and drove away. I was too happy about the party and my future ice cream eating, I didn't go to the door immediately. But when I did, the swelling balloon in my body burst. On the porch was my suitcase, and a note.
"Oh, God," I said to myself as I went to the note. It was so brief:
Chanelle your old enough to fend for yourself. I left, not coming back.
Yours truly, Mom.
Tears started running down my cheeks. How can my own mother do this to me? She was suppose to love me; not ditch me! God, I knew she hated me from the beginning. I checked the house if it was opened. It wasn't. And it's empty, like no furniture either. Great! Here I am on a porch with no house to sleep in, no food, and no life. Suddenly, I grabbed my suitcase, put the note in my pocket and ran. I have no idea where the hell I'm running to; but it's better than what I was leaving behind.