I just Dont Want To Go Home

I walk in the house; no one is here but me. I wonder what it would be like to have my own party some day while my parents aren’t home like Aidan did. I think I’ll do that someday. I walk up to my room. Wow, have I missed it. I go into my bathroom and run a nice, warm bath. I sit on the toilet top and watch the bath water run. The water coming down reminds me of a beautiful, serene waterfall in the middle of mountains, on a pleasant, sunny, spring day. Then, I start to think about school tomorrow. Marcie is definitely not going to be happy about what she saw, but truthfully I could care less. I mean seriously, the only reason why she was so worried about what she saw is because she knows that Aidan cheated on Tory, his last girlfriend, with her and she’s just afraid that he’s finally done it to her with me. Well, that’s what she gets, because now her guilt for what she’s done has gotten so bad that she can’t leave him alone for 5 whole minutes without thinking he’s trying to cheat on her. Then, again, I say that’s what she gets, she knew he had a girlfriend; she should’ve left him where he was. I’m snapped out my thoughts about Marcie when I remember the bath water that I have running. It’s full to almost the tip top, just the way I like it. I quickly put some mango and papaya body wash in it. It smells so good. Then, I ease into my beautiful round tub gently so I won’t knock any water out on to the floor. Amese would have a fit, but actually if she has such a problem with cleaning up my spilled bath water off of the floor I can do it myself its no big deal, but of course my parents would be absolutely sickened at the knowledge of me cleaning. I could hear mom’s speech as clearly as if she was standing, right, by my tub : Now, Jayla Ann Durham, what do you think you were doing when you decided to do Amese’s job, what would be the point of her working for us if she isn’t doing anything? Anyway, back to what I was originally talking about. My parents are what I like to call hard-workers I mean there’s no better way to describe them, but I guess it does make sense to let the maid do her job if she’s being paid for it. Actually I kind of miss them now, my parents, I mean. They try so ridiculously hard to have all that we do, but they don’t seem to realize we already have enough, but I guess, just maybe, they want more. I wonder if their absolutely, I mean truly, ok. Dad always seems to rushing off to a meeting, handling some work from the office, or something else like that. Mom became a Fashion designer, originally so she could stay at home more, but now she stays super busy and is always trying to find something to do. She used to be at home every time I walked through door but, I guess she soon got bored with that. I mean, I can totally understand that, like, who wouldn’t. Mom and I used to spend a humongous amount a time together I mean we were joined at the hip 24/7, but that was before I got to high school and I guess I kind of pulled away from her. I guess it all happened around, about, ninth grade. That’s right about the time I started to go my own way, and mom knew it to, because that’s right around the time she started to stay super busy. I hop out the tub and dry off. I rub myself down with lotion and spray on some body spray. Then, I sit on my bed and just start to play Grand theft auto 4 on my play station 3. I play for hours. I look up and it’s 5pm and I hear my mom come in downstairs. I know it’s her because of the click, click, clack, clock of her shoes. I stop and listen for a minute. Wait, she’s not going in the direction of her room she’s coming to mine. She gets right to my door and knocks.

“Come on, in” I say. She walks in with a worried look on her face. What is going on?

“Where have you been all night and all today, I called and no one answered?” She asks and sits on my bed.

“I’ve been, uh, here.” I say unconvincingly.

“Try again, dear.” She says with amusement in her eyes.

“I stayed out all last night and came home at about 12pm today.” I say. Well at least it’s half of the truth.

“Where were you all that time?” She asks looking truly interested.

“I was down the street.” I say pretending I don’t know what she really means.

“Ok, why you were there and what caused you stay so long.” She asks talking real slowly and clearly as if I’m 2.

“Well, see what had happened was I went to a party and I got really drunk, by mistake, and the host told me I could go lie down in his room until I start to feel better, but then I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until ten this morning.” I cautiously tell her.

“Wait, you went to sleep in some boy’s room at a party?” She says.

“Yeah I did.” I say.

“Do you know what could’ve happened?” She asks

“Yea, but I knew nothing would’ve happened, mom I trust myself and no alerts went off about Aidan.” I reason with her.

“Ok, Jayla I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” She says worriedly.

“You don’t trust me?” I ask.

“Of course I do.” She says. “I just don’t trust what you’re doing, or who you’re with.” She finishes.

“I’ve got this mom, I’ll be fine.” I reassure her.

“This Aidan, you mentioned, you love him?” She asks she curiously worried.

“Mom, what are you talking about, love, I only just had a whole conversation with him yesterday.” I say frantically. “He also has a girlfriend that I punched.” I finish quietly.

“So, you like him then?” She asks. “Wait, what, why did you punch his girlfriend?” She finishes with the interest very clear in her voice.

“Yea, I think he’s cool.” I say. “I punched her because she called me a stuck up, rich, little, princess and other things but that was just the breaking point she’s had that coming for awhile.” I say.

“It’s just jealousy, honey, don’t worry about her, or what anyone else have to say because they just wish they were you.” She says it like she just knows she’s right, and of course she is. Then, she tells me she’s had a long day and leaves. I turn off the lights, lie back on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I soon fall asleep peacefully with nothing left, but my thoughts.