Can I Be Your Anything?, chapter 1
"Fuck, fuck, fuckity FUCK!!!" 17-year-old Adrienne Nesser yelled as she slammed the front door. Her mother followed not far behind her.
"Get your ass back inside this house right now!"
"Not unless you actually listen to what I have to say! I'm sick of compromising on your terms about everything. You're morphing me into everything I've never wanted to be," Adrienne said, mellowing her tone to disconnect the stares from neighbors and pedestrians. A piece of her newly dyed black hair fell from her ponytail. That's what the entire arguement was about, anyway. Adrienne dyed her hair without her mother's permission.
"You didn't even ask me. We could've worked something out," Ms. Nesser tried desparatly to console her daughter and bring her back into the house, so the 'discussion' could be continued out of the public eye.
"YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU? I'm sick of compromising! I did something that I wanted to do for myself! You should be celebrating my individuality, instead of pulling me down for it. You threw Steve out of the house for it," Adrienne pulled her brother into the discussion, making her mother's eyes narrow and fill with undeniable rage at the mention of her oldest child. Steve dropped out of high school when he was Adrienne's age to pursue a skateboarding career. That was three years ago, and yet Ms. Nesser still couldn't conquer the anger that had built in her mind. Such an intellegent boy, she'd always thought. Who knew he was stupid enough to trade all the intellegence he had for such a childish dream?
"Don't you ever mention his name in this household again!" Ms. Nesser said, as she slammed and locked the door, leaving her daughter in the street, just as the rain began to fall. Storming up the stairs, she burst into her bedroom and fell on the bad, overwhelmed by her sobs. She cried for what seemed like hours, but in all reality was only three minutes. She sat up sharply and dried her eyes when she heard the back door open and close. Footsteps on the staircase seemed to echo through the house. Adrienne's bedroom door opened, and rummaging through drawers could be heard. Something fell to the floor as Ms. Nesser tried to slowly descend down the stairs. Right as she reached the bottom of the staircase, Adrienne slammed her bedroom door. She didn't romanticize the goodbye in anyway.
"Bye," Adrienne said casually.
"Bye, hon. Where are you going?" Ms. Nesser asked, the pain in her voice was obvious.
"I don't know," Adrienne said, nervously shifting the bag on her shoulder.
"When will you be back?" Ms Nesser asked as Adrienne passed her and put her hand on the doorknob.
"Never."
"Get your ass back inside this house right now!"
"Not unless you actually listen to what I have to say! I'm sick of compromising on your terms about everything. You're morphing me into everything I've never wanted to be," Adrienne said, mellowing her tone to disconnect the stares from neighbors and pedestrians. A piece of her newly dyed black hair fell from her ponytail. That's what the entire arguement was about, anyway. Adrienne dyed her hair without her mother's permission.
"You didn't even ask me. We could've worked something out," Ms. Nesser tried desparatly to console her daughter and bring her back into the house, so the 'discussion' could be continued out of the public eye.
"YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU? I'm sick of compromising! I did something that I wanted to do for myself! You should be celebrating my individuality, instead of pulling me down for it. You threw Steve out of the house for it," Adrienne pulled her brother into the discussion, making her mother's eyes narrow and fill with undeniable rage at the mention of her oldest child. Steve dropped out of high school when he was Adrienne's age to pursue a skateboarding career. That was three years ago, and yet Ms. Nesser still couldn't conquer the anger that had built in her mind. Such an intellegent boy, she'd always thought. Who knew he was stupid enough to trade all the intellegence he had for such a childish dream?
"Don't you ever mention his name in this household again!" Ms. Nesser said, as she slammed and locked the door, leaving her daughter in the street, just as the rain began to fall. Storming up the stairs, she burst into her bedroom and fell on the bad, overwhelmed by her sobs. She cried for what seemed like hours, but in all reality was only three minutes. She sat up sharply and dried her eyes when she heard the back door open and close. Footsteps on the staircase seemed to echo through the house. Adrienne's bedroom door opened, and rummaging through drawers could be heard. Something fell to the floor as Ms. Nesser tried to slowly descend down the stairs. Right as she reached the bottom of the staircase, Adrienne slammed her bedroom door. She didn't romanticize the goodbye in anyway.
"Bye," Adrienne said casually.
"Bye, hon. Where are you going?" Ms. Nesser asked, the pain in her voice was obvious.
"I don't know," Adrienne said, nervously shifting the bag on her shoulder.
"When will you be back?" Ms Nesser asked as Adrienne passed her and put her hand on the doorknob.
"Never."
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