Chapter 2

I groaned when I felt the rays of sunlight drilling holes into my face. My eyes peeled open and saw Maya pulling my blue curtains open. 

"Maya, why?" I grumbled, turning to face my room door and putting a tiger stripped pilllow over my face.

"Get your ass off the damn bed, fool." She yanked the pillow from my face and laid beside me. "It's a beautiful saturday morning."

"Go away." I spat, slightly irritated by my best friend's act. I hated it whenever people disturbed my sleep. "Do I come to your house this early to disturb your sleep?"

"Get up!" She tapped my shoulders, getting on my nerves. "Nine o'clock isn't early or is twelve pm your eight am?"

I grunted in response and laid on my stomach with my eyes closed, slowly drifting into sleep.

"Guys!" The voice of Jason interrupted my sleep, causing me to murmur cuss words underneath my breath. "I have something juicy to say."

He jumped on my body, almost breaking my bones.

"Jason?" I yelped, struggling to get him off me. "Get up!"

He finally got off me, but couldn't escape the stare daggers I threw at him. I sighed and sat up to stare at my ceiling before my gaze bounced on my milk colored walls and landed on Maya who had a novel titled Pandora gets vain in her hands. The novel reminded me of the one I was currently working on and a smile slowly creased the corner of my lips when the thought of me being as famous as Mark Twain and Jane Austen filled my head.

I kicked off my floral duvet and made it for the bathroom. Checking the mirror for a pimple on my face, I sighed in satisfaction when there were zero pimples and applied some toothpaste on my brush-while I listened to Maya and Jason's conversation. 

The face of my reflection bloomed and a set of gray eyes stared back at me. My hair was scattered and reminded me of a hobo. 

"No way." Maya said to Jason, clearly astonished.

Maya Thompson and I had been best friends since third grade and it was always easy for us to see because we lived three blocks away from each other. She was a bibliophile and read all the uncompleted novels of mine that was stored in my PC. Maya was my muse too and hopfeully, someday I'd stop being lazy and complete a novel.

Jason was just someone that we liked to hang out with. If fun was a person, Jason would be the perfect description and the word 'fun' would be his first name.

"Ted is having a party this evening." Jason announced and I spat the tooth paste from my mouth into the white sink.

"Party?" I ran out of the bathroom cowed eyes with my brush hanging out of my mouth. 

"Yeah, I was invited. See." He showed me the screen of his phone, while sitting on my bed that was positioned at the centre of my room-covered in tiger stripped sheets. 

"Me too." Maya sat up and folded her legs. "That is why I brought this." She picked up a mini backpack from the floor and stretched her hands forward for me to see it. 

"How come I wasn't invited?" I sounded funny because of the toothbrush in my mouth. 

"They probably hate you." Jason threw his head back and laughed with his phone laying on his flat belly that was covered in a brown polo. 

"That's a lie." Maya shoved Jason. "Have you checked your phone this morning?"

"No," I said, brushing my incisors. She stretched her hand and pulled my samsung from the coffee brown table beside my bed.

"Yeah, you were also invited." She squealed and I rushed to rinse my mouth. 

I loved parties, but I never took alcohol whenever I attended them. I didn't want to sneak out, come back drunk and call my mother a bitch. I heard alcohol made people do terrible things. Maya on the other hand took them, Jason? He always ended up wasting himself with girls.

"What's in the bag?" I asked Maya, wiping my wet hands on my pajamas. 

"My dress." She winked. "I told my mother I would spend most of the day here and go to a party afterwards." Her carved eye brows moved up and down.

"Lucky you, Your mom lets you go for parties." I Sighed. "What do we tell my own mother?"

"Duh, I'm nineteen and in my final year in highschool. What do you expect?" She orated.

"I'm eighteen and also in my final year, but my mother restricts me from attending parties."

"Just tell her you're going for a project." Jason suggested. "I'm starving, what's for breakfast?"

I stood up from the bed and slipped my feet into my fluffy pink slippers so we could go down for breakfast.

"Oh, so I'd just say project, but dress up looking like a slut?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Let's go down for breakfast."

"Shut up, bitch." Maya stood up and trailed behind Jason and I. "You have me, I'd think of something."

We walked down my maroon hallway and made it for the kitchen. Immediately we stepped into the kitchen, my eyes fell on my mother who was standing in front of the stove making some pancakes that wafted it's beautiful scent into my nose. 

"Good morning mom." I greeted with a big smile on my face.

"Hi, honey." She beamed." She beamed. "Get the milk and syrup for me please."

"Good morning Mrs Parker." Jason and Maya chorused.

"Hi, I saw you guys earlier." She placed pancakes in a plate. "No need to greet again."

My hand grippped the handle of the grey colored fridge and pullled it open to get the jug of milk. I saw Cammie walking into the kitchen shirtless from the corners of my eys and it didn't sit well with me.

"Hi, mom." He greeted, sounding like a frog to me.

"I don't see a sign that says pigs should be shirtless here." I blurted, placing the milk and syrup on the table.

"And I don't see a sign that says warthogs are allowed in the kitchen." He crossed his arms with a smirk etched to his face.

"Put on a shirt, ugly beast," I said more like a command. 

"Language!" Exclaimed mother who wasseated along side Maya and Jason.

I smacked Cameron's chest and he flexed his muscles giving me an eyesore.

Maya smiled shyly at my brother, while I wrinklede my nose in distaste-wondering why she had a crush on my brother. She said it all started when Cam helped her get blossom her cat from a tree. 

We sat in silence and ate our pancakes. My dad's chair was empty and I hated it at times because there are times I'd want to spend with him, but he'd be too busy being the chief of police. I stabbed my pancakes and stuffed it in my mouth, slightly annoyed at the universe.

"I'll be having dinner by seven with someone." She spoke without raising her eyes from her plate and I must say I loved the aura my mother carried. 

She was going out, meaning it wouldn't be hard to attend Ted's party. Cmmie and I gave her suspicious look and she defended herself.

"Is that the reason?" I asked, feeling a fat lump sitting in my throat.

"I'll be heading home." Jason stood up and left. Maya went up to my room and left my mother and I alone.

"With a friend." She reiterated.

"I just want to know if it's the reason." I shrugged.

"No, thats not why your father and I decided what we decided."

The sober reality that we had a little crisis in my family hit me and I lose my appetite. I pushed the plate and stood up from my seat in an attempt to leave, but she softly clutched my wrist and pierced her green eyes into mine. My heart sank.

"Can we not do this today?" Her eyes became glossy.