Chapter 2
I wake up when my mom pulls to a sudden stop down the street from my house, I didn’t even notice that I fell asleep. It must have been weird for my mom to have me drooling in her perfectly clean car.
"You know maybe the doctor is right Lucy. It might do us all some good for you to go to therapy" my mom says. Wow now she takes the time to be a mom, exactly the time when I don’t want her to be. And what is this crap about it might do us all some good, it won’t do us all good not at all. "I mean if you get better than maybe actually Charlie will actually do something with his life." Well... that ruined our mother daughter moment, but it’s not like I was even going to go if she actually really wanted me to. I look over her and I can see her attempt a look of a concerned parent. If I were to grade her it would be a F because it really only looked like she was grimacing.
I am not going to therapy. I write on the notebook that I always carry with me.
"Well then that’s ok too" she had a grin on her face. Probably because she felt like she filled in her motherly duty for the year.
Mom put the car into drive and we drove down to our house and pulled into the drive way. I look up at my big mansion. I cannot believe that I actually live in a house this big. I look down the rest of my street and I see other missions smaller or the same size as mine, never bigger. I think painfully back to my dad. I know that he would not be happy here. He would want to live in a small house and donate all of our extra money to some charity. That is what we were doing when he was alive. As soon as he died my mom put our house up for sale and built this one. I glance up toward Charlie's window and see him staring down at me. I raise my hand to wave to him but he moves away from the window before I can. I was hoping that he wouldn’t be mad but obviously he still is.
I walk into the house and see all of the clean stainless steel appliances; actually it kind of looked too clean. When dad was alive the kitchen was always messy with different stuff that he was cooking up for us to eat. As soon as he died the first thing to go was all of his cooking things. I didn’t even get a chance to keep some of them. Mom threw them all out when Charlie and I were asleep.
I wake up when my mom pulls to a sudden stop down the street from my house, I didn’t even notice that I fell asleep. It must have been weird for my mom to have me drooling in her perfectly clean car.
"You know maybe the doctor is right Lucy. It might do us all some good for you to go to therapy" my mom says. Wow now she takes the time to be a mom, exactly the time when I don’t want her to be. And what is this crap about it might do us all some good, it won’t do us all good not at all. "I mean if you get better than maybe actually Charlie will actually do something with his life." Well... that ruined our mother daughter moment, but it’s not like I was even going to go if she actually really wanted me to. I look over her and I can see her attempt a look of a concerned parent. If I were to grade her it would be a F because it really only looked like she was grimacing.
I am not going to therapy. I write on the notebook that I always carry with me.
"Well then that’s ok too" she had a grin on her face. Probably because she felt like she filled in her motherly duty for the year.
Mom put the car into drive and we drove down to our house and pulled into the drive way. I look up at my big mansion. I cannot believe that I actually live in a house this big. I look down the rest of my street and I see other missions smaller or the same size as mine, never bigger. I think painfully back to my dad. I know that he would not be happy here. He would want to live in a small house and donate all of our extra money to some charity. That is what we were doing when he was alive. As soon as he died my mom put our house up for sale and built this one. I glance up toward Charlie's window and see him staring down at me. I raise my hand to wave to him but he moves away from the window before I can. I was hoping that he wouldn’t be mad but obviously he still is.
I walk into the house and see all of the clean stainless steel appliances; actually it kind of looked too clean. When dad was alive the kitchen was always messy with different stuff that he was cooking up for us to eat. As soon as he died the first thing to go was all of his cooking things. I didn’t even get a chance to keep some of them. Mom threw them all out when Charlie and I were asleep.
