Mortals

Off To College

It's been a few years now since that day. I'm done with highschool, and I'm fully ready to join Debbie in college. And yes, I'm off to the same college with her. Not just cause it's the closest to home, but also cause Dad had spent a hole lot on that apartment.

So, I'd be taking over after she's gone. At least he'd know we enjoyed the worth of his money.

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Ding ding ding, goes the alarm clock.

My stupid clock wouldn't stop ringing. I know I was the one who programmed it like that, but must it always respond to command.

I got up to smack it off.

I could barely sleep last night. I was so anxious about college.

I've heard a lot about the place. Both scary and exciting stuffs.

I'm not sure I'm ready for it yet!

"Joy! Are you ready hon.

Come down so you can have breakfast before you leave." Mom yelled from downstairs.

There's no way my door's sound proof. Mom and Dad definitely played me. Else, why can I hear every sound that goes on around this house. Including mom's yells.

I know they didn't want our rooms sound proof for safety reasons. But they promised to make mine sound proof on my Sixteenth birthday. Which was a few weeks ago.

They did the hole charade of changing it and everything.

"Come on Joyce!" Mom added again.

"Coming Madam Bianca." I replied.

"Madam Bianca?" Mom repeated confusingly. I voice sounded more closer, so I'm guessing she was heading towards my save oven. So, I scrammed for the bathroom to avoid getting caught in bed.

She walked in a few seconds later. I could hear the sound of ceramic hitting a wood.

I'm guessing she brought my food up.

"I thought we talked about this hon. You promised you wouldn't address me like a stranger anymore." She said in a troubled tone.

"Sorry Mrs Bianca, I mean Mom." I replied, poking my head out the bathroom door that I had just opened agap.

"You haven't even began showering.

O-kay. I pray your sister doesn't leave you behind. Then you'd have to take the bus." She added noticing my fully dressed state.

Dang it! I forgot to pull off my clothes.

"You bet it mom." Debra said from the entrance.

"There's no way I'm waiting for this slob." She added walking away.

"Honey." Mom tried to argue.

"You see why you should get me a real sound proof door." I said stylishly, heading back inside.

"Just get showered quick. I'll stall her." She concluded heading back out.

"Thanks Madam Bian- I mean Mom!" I yelled playfully.

"Now, let's brush and jurg down whatever madam mom brought over. Cause I'm sure now that Debra wouldn't be able to leave me."

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Downstairs

Debra POV

"Mom, I'm not gonna wait for her. She's not a kid anymore. I'm sure she can find her way there, or perhaps you could wait and drop her off." I said to my mom, who was insisting I wait for that spoilt brat, who was just getting into shower at Eight(8) am in the morning, knowing fully well I said I'd be off at that same hour.

"You know I've got to leave for work. Plus, you guys are heading towards the same direction. You've a car, and you're gonna be in the same hostel."

"I still don't wanna share my apartment with her. Can't that man get her a place to stay in the mean time, at least till I graduate." I argued.

"I don't wanna share a room with her either!" I heard that creep yell from upstairs.

Wasn't her room suppose to be sound proof by now? And who cares about what she thinks?

Whatever, at least we agree on that one factor.

"See mom. Even Joyce doesn't wanna." I tried to convince.

"You know this isn't on debate anymore. It's what your dad want." My mom reminds.

I knew she wasn't gonna change her mind. But I'll keep trying. Who knows perhaps the frustration will make them bulge.

Then the freak show came running down in her usual freaky outfit with her breakfast in mouth.

"See, she's done- wait how are you done?" Mom asked confusingly.

"You wouldn't believe how long you two have been here arguing." She replied.

"By the way, aren't you coming- Mom." She added weirdly.

Hearing her say that felt a bit weird.

I mean Joyce is cool and all, but she's a spoilt brat, gullible, and a big freak. I don't want to be recognized as being family with her.

My mom just smiled in response to that. I think she got the message from that, and for some reason she felt hurt by that.

"Wouldn't I need parental presence on my first day?" She asked in a disappointed tone.

"Honey, you know I have to go to work." My mom responded in a sorry tone.

"Its fine. Forget it." Joyce concluded heading out, and somehow I felt sorry for her.

"I'll be in the car Debbie." She concluded.

"Honey the plate- never mind." Mom tried to call her back, cause she left with her breakfast plate, but she already left.

"You sure you can't come mom?" I asked stylishly.

"You know I can't, except I wanna get fired." Mom replied packing her bags.

"But you're married to this billionaire guy now.

Do you really still need to be trapped in such a toxic job?" I added frustratingly.

"Well, I love my job.

And I wouldn't say because I'm married to a rich guy I would stop earning for myself.

I have a degree Debbie.

What if something happen somehow? And they close off all your dad's assets. How'd we survive then?" She replied, heading out as well.

"You do remember what happened the last time." Mom reminded.

I remember fully well.

My stupid dad left us off on the streets with nothing.

I mean he left us with the small mediocre house, and my mom wasn't completely reliant on him.

Since she was an home delivery baker then.

But it wasn't still easy with taxes and bills, jogging it up with rent, and my school fees.

That was when Mi Madre (my mom) decided to dust off her old certificate and begin job hunting.

Then she became this crazy workaholic that's never around.

"I'm sorry I brought that up." She added pitifully, when she noticed my change of expression.

"I promise you'll understand this better when you're older. For now, please help me lock the doors. Bye." She concluded, giving me a peck on the forehead, before running off.

I locked up, placed the key under the entrance mat, then went into the car.

Joyce was completely silent.

She was staring at her empty plate like a lost puppy.

Wasn't there food in there when she came rushing down?

Isn't someone who feel offended suppose to lose appetite for food?

This one seemed to have emptied hers.

I stared at her, then down towards her clothes.

She had on, a purple turtle long sleeve shirt, light blue pants, a cool black backpack, and a deep pink scarf rapped around her neck.

She had her hair plaited in double braids. Not the neatest I've seen, but neat enough for a person who did so herself.

"Your outfit doesn't seem half bad today." I said with a smile at her.

"Really?" She asked surprisingly.

"Yah." I replied.

"Hearing that from a big time model. That definitely makes my day." She concluded excitedly.

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not, but at least I got her to smile.

I might dislike her, but the kid has some really bad history. I don't even wanna imagine such happening to even the worst of people. But it happened to this innocent kid.

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To Be Continued...