Chapter 2: Sorrow Doesn't Satisfy Everyone

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  I ran up to my room, quickly. I hear mom yelling after me, but I cover my ears as I'm running. This is the first actual year this has happened, of course she remembers her youngest child's birthday, but of course, not her eldest. At the moment, I feel as if I don't even exist. I feel as if, I've been sunk into the walls, where I'm left to be unknown.

  My door is shut, and locked. I don't want anybody coming in here and asking what's wrong with me, I want to be by myself right now. What's the point of even caring? If she even drowns her self in sorrow, begging for forgiveness. I'll always deny it! From this day forward, I, Tara Samantha Walters, vow to never speak to her mother again for the rest of my natural-born life.

  I feel my idiocy coming in as tears stream down my cheeks, why am I crying? I feel like an idiot! I should not be crying over something like this...but, maybe I should, no, no no! 

  My mixed emotions confuse me. I don't know what to choose, act like a complete idiot...or...act mature, walk down stairs, act as if nothing even happened, but still ignore my mom. Or...that would still not add anything to my maturity, I'll still be the immature 13 year old, I should just tell my mom it's my birthday...we'll see what happens.

  After 2 hours of sulking, I finally rise myself from my bed and open my door. I hear plates clacking and silverware jingling. It's as if they never even encountered what happened. 

 I walk down the stairs slowly. Wiping the tears from my eyes. Mitchell looks over is shoulder.

  "Well look who's finally coming down! Ha ha, we were going to have a search party go look for you!" He says happily. I just smile softly.

  "Hon, if you wouldn't of ran away, you would not of missed your birthday party. All of your friends came, but I told them that you did not feel well, so, we had to do it another time." I felt uneasy, my stomach was in a knot.

  "I...I...I thought-" mom interrupted me.

  "You thought I forgot your birthday? What kind of a mother do you assume I am? You know me, Tara, you know I'm not that kind of person. I can't believe this." she snorted rudely and walk down to the basement.

  "Mom, I just assumed-" she once again interrupted me.

  "Assumptions are not a good idea, Tara. Just remember that next time. Do the dishes." She continues back down the basement stairs.

  I'm left there, with Mitchell standing next to me, touching my shoulder.

Author's Note

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[B MacGregor]

Familiar. Sad.

Maybe use more of a diary structure to bring out the editorial feelings and thoughts. It's a very real (non-fantasy) event--which I like. Make it even more real for us, by sharing all the secrets.

High marks on the realness. Keep going.

[{K}]

Oh my god. Tara's mom is so realistic. Amazing.