“Jessie…. Jessie! Jessie wake up and get down here! You are going to be late for school!” I roll over and groan as my mom’s voice wafts up the stairs. “Jessie! Come on now! Get up!” With the last yell my eyes pop open.
“Fine! I’m coming! Just give me a minute!” I roll out of bed and start to get dressed. I’m not one of those girly girls that have to get all dolled up before they will show their face outside. With my red curly mane of hair, there isn’t much I can do with it anyways. And it’s not like I can hide my many freckles with makeup, unless I cake it on. I tried that once, I looked like a very scary clown. I will never try that again. I would just prefer to stay looking like a normal human. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans a flannel shirt, putting it over a white tank, and my favorite pair of sneakers. Grabbing my backpack, I ran down the stairs only to be greeted with a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice.
“Happy birthday!” My mom says with a huge smile on her face. She has always been her own kind of beautiful. I could see the wear of her years on her face, around her eyes but they still twinkled in the sunlight. Her dark brown hair is always frazzled and her long legs are usually covered up to hide the fact that she hadn’t time to shave in a while.
Every year she makes a big deal about my birthday. Maybe it is that she is trying to make up for my dad ditching us when I was 2, or maybe it was just because she loved birthdays. Whatever it was, she knew I hated that she would make such a big deal out of it every year. This year I was 17 so I knew that I was really going to hate what she had planned, but it would have to wait till after school.
“Not now mom. I have to get to school. When I get home we can do whatever you have planned.”
“Actually, bossy Bessie, I didn’t plan anything this year. I figured this year you could do whatever you wanted.” She says with what looked like tears in her eyes. My mom hasn’t cried real tears in front of me since my dad left. She pretended a couple of times just to get me to do what she wanted but I haven’t seen her actually cry for a long time.
“Are you okay mom? Like seriously, if you want to do something we can totally do it, I just need to get to school. If I am tardy one more time I will not graduate next month.” I say while reaching up to pull her into a hug.
“No, no honey. Really, I didn’t plan anything,” she muffles through my shoulder, “I just can’t believe that my beautiful angel is already seventeen. It seems like yesterday you were just learning to walk, falling over and me having to pick you up and dust you off. And now you don’t need me to do that anymore.” Tears are fully streaming down her face now.
“Mom, come on now! I will ALWAYS need you. It doesn’t matter how old I get. It has always been just you and me. You have always been more than just a mom to me, you have been my best friend and I could never do anything without you.” By the time the last sentence is out of my mouth I am crying too. We look like a couple of sorority girls crying over the last box of blonde hair dye being gone.
“Oh baby,” she sniffles, pulling out of my hug, “I know that. I just can’t believe you have grown up so fast! Anyways, this day is not about me! It’s your day! And you have to get to school!” She turns and grabs my jacket and starts pushing me out the door.
I run out the door to get in my car. It’s not the greatest car in the world. A ten-year-old ford focus. But I take care of it. And I bought it with my own money so I feel like it is my baby. I run and jump into the car and take off towards school. On a good day it takes me about 15 minutes to get to school. Today is not a good day. I only have 10 minutes to get there and get inside.
My mom and I live in a small town in Wyoming so basically everyone’s house is in the middle of nowhere, that is unless you live in town.
I am driving down the road headed to school when I blink and all of a sudden I am in class. I have no idea how I got here. My mind is racing and I start to hyperventilate.
“Ms. Wright? Is everything okay? Do you need a minute?” Mr. Thomas says, looking concerned.
Mr. Thomas is my history teacher. He is the picture of the teacher that all the girl students just love. He has deep olive skin, with thick pitch black hair. He was in excellent shape; I could almost see his abs outlined in his shirt. When he speaks to me, I feel like I am the only person around. I’m pretty sure that every girl in the school, teachers included, have a major crush on him.
“Umm, um, no Mr. Thomas. I’m okay. I just got a little dizzy that’s all.” I say as I turn to look at my best friend, Emily, who sits right next to me. I tried to communicate with her through my eyes but she just looked at me like I was delusional.
Fantasy
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The scene with the mom is so relatable. My mom gets emotional over every little milestone. And don’t even get me started when I went away to college!