Rebel Girl, chapter 2
August 30th, Tuesday
Today was...different. I awoke this morning, not to my alarm, but to the sound of my mother yelling something in the kitchen. Did I mention it was 6 a.m.? I listened to music for a while, until about 6:30, when she finally said,"WELL, GOODBYE TO YOU TOO!!!" and slammed down the phone. Basically, the only people she does this to are very annoying telemarketers who won't put us on a "do not call" list, and my father. I didn't dare get my hopes up that my father was calling for me. I learned not to do that years ago. But then, when I enter the kitchen, my mother looks at me in an incredibly sad way, as if the phone call was from the doctor, and had said she had one day left to live, and then I'd have to live with my dad. "Lola, there's been a change in plans. You're not going to school today."
Me: What? Mom, it's the first day. Of course I'm going.
Mom: There's been a change in plans. You're spending this semester...you're spending it in Berkeley.
Me: WHAT?!?!
I guess I wasn't so far off with the whole one day to live thing, but I can't spend a semester, let alone a week with Adrienne! NOOO!!! A whole semester??? Without my mother, without my friends, with ADRIENNE??? No, no, no this cannot be happening.
Mom: You're going to Berkeley. Trust me, I tried as hard as I could to get you out of it, but there was no way. I yelled as loud as I could.
Me: No, no, no. What do I tell my friends?
Mom: You saw them this summer. And...and I'm sure you'll talk to them on aim and the phone and stuff. And you'll see them second semester.
I appreciate the fact that she's attempting to make me okay, but I don't wanna go!!!
Me: Well...then what am I supposed to do today? When do I have to go to Berkeley? When does school start there?
Mom: You have to pack today. You're leaving tomorrow, and school starts September sixth.
Me: I DON'T WANNA GO!!! (basically starts to cry in a horribly embarassing, loud, dramatic way)
Mom: Lola, you're going. I already told you. I couldn't get you out of it.
Me: So I'm just supposed to pack up all of my worldly belongings and take them to Berkeley, where I'll be going to a new school, where I don't know anyone and the roster will give dad's address, so I'll get lots of annoying people trying to make friends with me just 'cause I'm Billie Joe's daughter. No thanks, mom. I wanna stay in L.A., I wanna see my friends, I wanna go to my school, where I have real friends, select few of whom know Billie Joe is my dad.
Mom: This is the third time: I couldn't get you out of it. Do you think I want to send you to Berkeley so you can stay with that bitch your father married? Not a chance. You have to pack. You're leaving tomorrow.
Me: Fine. By the way, am I flying or driving up?
Mom: You're flying.
Nooo!!! I hate flying. Actually, it's not the actual flying part I hate. It's baggage check. I have this strange fear that my bags are gonna get lost or stolen and I'm never going to find them again. Great. So I get to tote all of my worldly possessions to Berkeley, then put them thru baggage check, then have them be lost or stolen. Well, at least if I don't have to go to school, I can sleep.
Today was...different. I awoke this morning, not to my alarm, but to the sound of my mother yelling something in the kitchen. Did I mention it was 6 a.m.? I listened to music for a while, until about 6:30, when she finally said,"WELL, GOODBYE TO YOU TOO!!!" and slammed down the phone. Basically, the only people she does this to are very annoying telemarketers who won't put us on a "do not call" list, and my father. I didn't dare get my hopes up that my father was calling for me. I learned not to do that years ago. But then, when I enter the kitchen, my mother looks at me in an incredibly sad way, as if the phone call was from the doctor, and had said she had one day left to live, and then I'd have to live with my dad. "Lola, there's been a change in plans. You're not going to school today."
Me: What? Mom, it's the first day. Of course I'm going.
Mom: There's been a change in plans. You're spending this semester...you're spending it in Berkeley.
Me: WHAT?!?!
I guess I wasn't so far off with the whole one day to live thing, but I can't spend a semester, let alone a week with Adrienne! NOOO!!! A whole semester??? Without my mother, without my friends, with ADRIENNE??? No, no, no this cannot be happening.
Mom: You're going to Berkeley. Trust me, I tried as hard as I could to get you out of it, but there was no way. I yelled as loud as I could.
Me: No, no, no. What do I tell my friends?
Mom: You saw them this summer. And...and I'm sure you'll talk to them on aim and the phone and stuff. And you'll see them second semester.
I appreciate the fact that she's attempting to make me okay, but I don't wanna go!!!
Me: Well...then what am I supposed to do today? When do I have to go to Berkeley? When does school start there?
Mom: You have to pack today. You're leaving tomorrow, and school starts September sixth.
Me: I DON'T WANNA GO!!! (basically starts to cry in a horribly embarassing, loud, dramatic way)
Mom: Lola, you're going. I already told you. I couldn't get you out of it.
Me: So I'm just supposed to pack up all of my worldly belongings and take them to Berkeley, where I'll be going to a new school, where I don't know anyone and the roster will give dad's address, so I'll get lots of annoying people trying to make friends with me just 'cause I'm Billie Joe's daughter. No thanks, mom. I wanna stay in L.A., I wanna see my friends, I wanna go to my school, where I have real friends, select few of whom know Billie Joe is my dad.
Mom: This is the third time: I couldn't get you out of it. Do you think I want to send you to Berkeley so you can stay with that bitch your father married? Not a chance. You have to pack. You're leaving tomorrow.
Me: Fine. By the way, am I flying or driving up?
Mom: You're flying.
Nooo!!! I hate flying. Actually, it's not the actual flying part I hate. It's baggage check. I have this strange fear that my bags are gonna get lost or stolen and I'm never going to find them again. Great. So I get to tote all of my worldly possessions to Berkeley, then put them thru baggage check, then have them be lost or stolen. Well, at least if I don't have to go to school, I can sleep.
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