Cruel Intentions of a Teenage Fantasy (edited Version), chapter 2
"I got you a job!"
"You did what?!"
"Got you a job, at a C.D. store downtown. You start on Monday after school."
"MOM! God I hate you right now!" Trista screeched.
"Well you won't hate me so goddamn much when you actually get some FRIENDS!"
"You're pathetic." Trista growled. She hit her mother... hard. Her mother gave her an appalled look and slapped her back. "Don't you ever hit me again!" Trista raged, tears streaming down her face. She stormed out of the house, she didn't know where she was going, but, she was leaving today. She would come back and get her stuff, when she knew it was safe.
*Five Hours Later*
Her mother paced the room, anxiety spreading across her face. She was sorry for what she had done, and now regretted the fight. The door swung open... it was Trista. Her mother felt as if the world had just come off her shoulders.
"Look, Trista, I didn't mean what I said and-"
"Don't even speak to me!"
"Trista, I am your mother, I have every right to talk to you!"
"As far as I'm concerned, I have no mother," Trista spoke calmly, but, you could tell she was about to explode with anger. "I'm leaving."
"But T-"
"I said I'm leaving."
"Will you at least tell me were you're going?"
"No."
"Can you call me later?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You'll trace it."
"Fine! You know what, just leave! Take your stupid Green Day crap, and get out of my house... now." She glared as if it would burn into her sole.
"Fine. Goodbye... for good." She didn't let her mother even say goodbye after that she just went up stairs, packed her stuff, and before she could leave, her mother her the car keys, and, she left. She now knew where she was going. She was going to Oakland, California. To meet Green Day...
"You did what?!"
"Got you a job, at a C.D. store downtown. You start on Monday after school."
"MOM! God I hate you right now!" Trista screeched.
"Well you won't hate me so goddamn much when you actually get some FRIENDS!"
"You're pathetic." Trista growled. She hit her mother... hard. Her mother gave her an appalled look and slapped her back. "Don't you ever hit me again!" Trista raged, tears streaming down her face. She stormed out of the house, she didn't know where she was going, but, she was leaving today. She would come back and get her stuff, when she knew it was safe.
*Five Hours Later*
Her mother paced the room, anxiety spreading across her face. She was sorry for what she had done, and now regretted the fight. The door swung open... it was Trista. Her mother felt as if the world had just come off her shoulders.
"Look, Trista, I didn't mean what I said and-"
"Don't even speak to me!"
"Trista, I am your mother, I have every right to talk to you!"
"As far as I'm concerned, I have no mother," Trista spoke calmly, but, you could tell she was about to explode with anger. "I'm leaving."
"But T-"
"I said I'm leaving."
"Will you at least tell me were you're going?"
"No."
"Can you call me later?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You'll trace it."
"Fine! You know what, just leave! Take your stupid Green Day crap, and get out of my house... now." She glared as if it would burn into her sole.
"Fine. Goodbye... for good." She didn't let her mother even say goodbye after that she just went up stairs, packed her stuff, and before she could leave, her mother her the car keys, and, she left. She now knew where she was going. She was going to Oakland, California. To meet Green Day...
