Cravings

Chapter One "Kara Nash, the principal would like to see you." as those words slowly leave my math teacher's voice, my mind begins racing. There are only so many reasons you could get called into the principal's office. You did something bad, you did something good enough to get personal recognition from that lazy old woman. It's most likely the former, as much as I do not remember getting up to anything that could get into trouble for at least two weeks. All eyes are on me as I rise from my seat. Dan, my only real friend in this school gives me a questioning gaze. He does not know that my guess is just as good as his. "You should take your belongings, do not leave them behind." Mr Stark instructs after the student that's been whispering in his ear does it yet again. Wait.... I am not getting expelled, am I? Anyway, I am still getting out of a math class and that is always a reason to be smiling. I grab my books and my bag, heading out and walking to the office that I need to be in. "Principal Bellamy, you called me?" I do not even bother to knock and instead just make sure she can see half my face as I question. With the nod, I walk in and take a seat in front of her. "Your aunt is here to get you. I heard her mention something about you possibly switching schools, what is that all about?" she lowers her thin framed glasses to get a better look at me, almost as though the lense was obstructing her view. "What?" I am confused. This is my last year of high school, there is absolutely no way I am switching. "There must have been a misunderstanding, I am not switching." I reply before she even gets the idea too deep into her head. I have no idea why my aunt would even want to do this. "Did she say why she is here to get me?" that's also another mystery. "No, but your mother did call and ask me to write you a letter of recommendation for your new school." Mother... My mother... I should have known. "I do not think you should bother, Principal Bellamy, but if there is nothing else, I would like to leave." I state and she just lets me go. There is a lot of explaining to be done here, I recognise my aunt, Kate's car as soon as I exit the school building and I join her in the passenger seat. " Hey, honey!" she offers me a hug as always and I only give her a sideways, half-hearted one. "What is going on?" I ask a simple question that I want her to be very detailed about. "oh my goodness! Aren't you going to ask me about my day? My date last night? Remember that? Because you surely did not in the morning!" she laughs and as much as I would love to hear all the details on how she chased away this man, I am more concerned about something else at the moment. "Let me guess, he triggered you half way into the date and you were uninterested for the rest of the night?" I ask, just to get it out of the way. "how did you know that?" her brows furrow and I can tell she is genuinely confused. "Because that is what happens most of the time, and if it didn't, you would have came home with him. Simple." I shrug and she rolls her eyes.. She knows I am right. At twenty seven, my aunt is only nine years older than me, but much like her sister, she does not have a lot of luck when it comes to men and dating in general. At least she fails to keep one, my mother holds onto the bad ones, until the situation is out of hand. Her dark brown hair and brown eyes are the two things that they do not have in common. My mother's hair is black and her blue eyes and pale skin make them look like they are completely unrelated. "What's happening with Jane?" I finally decide to bring my mother up, who I will only ever call by her first name. My aunt starts driving before she finally answers me. "She wants you back, to live with her. I do not think it is in my place to tell you everything because she is already going to do so herself..." I want to force the news out of her very badly, but I hold back. It is not her fault that her sister is the way she is so I am not going to make her pay for it. I simply look out the window for the rest of the drive to her apartment before we both get out of the car. Thankfully, she does not stay in a big complex so we can take the stairs to the top floor, which is only the third one. I feel strange as I take each step. A mixture of nervousness, anger and sadness all at the same time. My mother and I barely see eye to eye whenever we are around each other. I have only seen her three times since I have been living with my aunt for a year and half, and as neglected as I felt, because as much as I know she is toxic to be around, I still wish for her affection, I was kind of glad that she was not around. And now after almost six whole months, she wants to make a return, one heck of a dramatic one at that! As expected, she is sitting by the island in the kitchen as soon as I walk in. Her black hair is looking thick and is all the way below her waist so I can tell she got extentions. Her white leather jacket is matching her white pants that she is pairing with a black top that has a sweetheart neckline. He face is all dolled up and her black leather hand bag is resting near her hand that is wonderfully manicured. I know exactly what that means. She has a new man. "Kara! Come and give mummy a hug!" she gets up and opens her arms wide. I know she is not actually expecting me to accept that hug. "Just so you know, you are not taking me out of my school." I cross my arms and make my point. "I am not here to discuss it with you. You will thank me later." "you are not taking me out of that school." I respond, just in case she did not hear me the first time. "And whose idea was it to pick me up when there was only a single lesson left?" I turn to my aunt and she raises her hands in mock surrender. I guess the culprit has been discovered. Not much to my surprise! "Get packing, honey. The driver will be here soon to come and get you." Jane smiles, that evil smile that shows she thinks she can have things her way. "I am not packing a single thing, I stay with your sister, she is more of a mother than you have ever been. I surely hope you're gone by the time I come back." With that, I take a turn to the hallway and lock the door once I am inside my room. I will not be staying here, not when I know they are going to try to force me to accept the decision that they have convinced themselves is final.