Lithium

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
John's life is confusing as it is, he can't think straight and doesnt think it will get any better. Then his mom's boyfriend proposed!! John's already have terrible thoughts about that, then the girl of this dreams asks him to the Mall. He's all excited about, until his mom does something dramatic.

I used the first line of Lithium by Nirvana as inspiration :)

Submitted: May 03, 2008

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I’m so happy, cause today I found my friends, they’re in my head. I had forgotten about Jeff, my imaginary friend from my childhood, until math class. Miss. Applebottom’s Algebra class, which isn’t really a class because her name really isn’t Miss. Applebottom, it’s Miss. Cherish. I personally have never seen the woman smile or cherish ANYTHING, so I cleverly renamed her to Miss. Applebottom because of the shape of her rump. While thinking of ways to avoid being noticed so I wouldn’t have to answer a math question it occurred to me that Jeff had been in my head for a long time and needed to breathe. The only way I thought to get Jeff out was to bang my skull repeatedly on the desk. As I did this strange act my classmates looked at me with confusion and most where snickering.
 Miss. Applebottom noticed and asked, “John would you like to tell me why you’re hitting your head on the desk like that?” Negative Miss. Applebottom I wouldn’t want to tell you why, because you would think I was insane and send me to the guidance counselor.
Sorry not going to happen because the bell is going to… “RING!” I ducked out of the room and into the hallway as fast as possible making the transition between classes. I would have made it to English class if it wasn’t for Miss. Applebottom chasing after me and sending me to the office ice my bruising forehead. 
I got home late that night because I had to attend detention for my head beating I gave myself earlier. I pushed my key into the dead lock and turned it, moved the knob to the right and let myself in. I seemed to have interrupted something because the man, who is not and never will be my father, was sitting on one knee. He was proposing to my mother! They had only been going out for a month how much could they know each other? Scratch that, I don’t want to know.
“Hey, Son,” that man exclaimed trying out the word. Son? I don’t think so Dad. But of course I didn’t have the guts to tell that to him, so I stormed up to my room flabbergasted. HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME? She hardly knew the man!
When I got to my room, that’s not a room, just a closet maybe masquerading as a room, I almost immediately heard noises from down the hall in my Mother’s room that is a room. Eww, I thought. I grabbed a pillow from the floor and tried to shove it over my ears to drain out the… ugh!  I couldn’t take another three and a half years of high school with the man who is not and never will be my father. At least he doesn’t hit me, like Andrew’s step dad did, ‘did’ being key word. Andrew was being hit and tried to escape and a teacher saw it and called the police. I wouldn’t know if this guy would hit me, I met him LAST WEEK!
Sometime between my mind chattering off and thinking of things I don’t know about the man who is not and never will be my father, I nodded off. I woke up the next morning to the smell of slightly burning bacon and eggs, definitely not my mother’s cooking because she would have already burnt it.
I took a seat cautiously and asked, “Who cooked?”
“John, you know darn well that I cook,” my mother told me with a fake smile, then rubbed the man who is not and never will be my father’s right hand, showing off her new engagement ring.
“You haven’t cooked since Dad-” I was cut off here by a wave of my mother’s arm.
Then to show he could be parental, the man who is not and never will be my father stepped in, “John, your father isn’t here anymore you should try thinking of me as your father now,” He looked at my Mother with an approving smile from her. Father? I don’t think so!
“Excuse me,” I told anyone listening while staring down at my plate, so I guess I told my plate, and left for school.
When I got there I was amazed to find Andy Pearce approaching me, “Hey John, I was uh wondering if you want to maybe go to the mall or something?” Andy Pearce was the cutest girl in the 9th grade, well in my mind she was, but she had the greatest smile that I have ever seen.
“Uh…sure,” I managed and then I walked to 1st period blushing, redder than a tomato.
Andy Pearce had asked me out to the mall, I was flabbergasted. She wasn’t popular or drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but I didn’t think any girl liked me; until now that is. CRAP! I was in too much shock earlier that I didn’t get a time or a day, I had just walked away. The only class I have with her is at the end of the day, it’ll be tricky but I think I can do it.
The whole day I couldn’t stop thinking about Andy. The way her green eyes turn blue at certain times. How she walked through the hall with grace and elegance, when in fact she didn’t. I’ve known Andy Pearce since 1st grade, she is a klutz! The most grace I’ve ever seen her behold was when she tumbled down but intercepted her fall and caught herself. She is still however, the love of my life even if I’ve never said more than a few words to her.
I finally got to 6th period just as the tardy bell sang the 5 and a half chimes, and quickly scanned the room. No Andy. Good going, I thought to myself as I took the nearest seat and opened my book to page 324. I had just begun to do my work, which really isn’t my work, it was my teacher’s. He just gave it to us so he didn’t have to do it, I guess. When the creaky wood door opened, Andy Pearce stepped in. She was about to seat by Alicia, her best friend, but turned and sat by me!
“Andrea Pearce, why are you late?” our teacher asked.
“I had to finish a test! I was absent and I needed to make up a quiz for Miss. Cherish.” Andy spoke out to her defense. I remember that quiz, I do believe I got a 79% on it.
Andy pulled out her book and as she did she slipped me a note. It read: Saturday @1:30?  I shook my head. I officially had a date, sort of, with Andy Pearce, most defiantly, the love of my life, not really. I don’t think I stopped smiling the entire class period, and to tell you the truth, I don’t think Andy did either.
I went home that day with a grin plastered on my face, until that is I enter the house to find my mother and the man who is and never will be my father. They weren’t doing anything as far as I could tell it just made me sick to look at them together. He was on the couch and my mom was cuddling with him as they watched Friends reruns.
“Hi Mom,” I called out when I walked in the door.
“Oh hey Hun, anything interesting happen at school today?” she asked without taking her eyes of the lighted screen.
I decided not to tell her about Andy, “Eh, same old same old.” I trudged down to the kitchen and grabbed a coca cola.  
“Hun, can you grab two beers?” my Mother called from the other room. I reached for two Miller Lites from the fridge and walked into the room my Mother and her Fiancé we’re currently in. I nicely handed one to my Mother and half threw one at the Man who is not and never will be my Father. “Jonathon, Pete here has told me he wanted to take me to Vegas!”
I answered with no enthusiasm, “Cool.”
“This weekend,”
“THIS WEEKEND?” I cried with more thought about the subject.
“Yeah, and I needed someone to keep an eye on you so I asked the Rowdies next door if you can stay at their house,” she told me as my mouth became slightly more ajar. The Rowdies have lived next door forever, they also have fourteen kids, eight of which don’t live in the house anymore.
“Can’t I just stay here? I’m old enough to stay here by myself!” I argued the case like a lawyer in a detective show.
“Out of the question you are 14 years old and there is no way you can cook for yourself or drive yourself anywhere!” That was the end of it. She who was supposedly my Mother had won, and is surrendering me to the lowest of low; the Rowdies. I couldn’t believe this!
I took a deep breath and accepted my surrender, “When do I leave for prison?”
“I don’t listen to mumblers!” my mother snapped back at me.
“When do I go to the Rowdies?”
“Friday, right after school,” she informed.
“Tomorrow?” You couldn’t imagine the pain I was in, mentally of course. “When do you get back?”
She took a deep breath as if already knowing I won’t like the answer, “I don’t know yet, we’re just sort of winging it.” Here I left in a flash of a soda splash and anger. And my Mother called after me, “John! Come clean up this mess you left!”
She obviously doesn’t understand what it’d be like to be at the Rowdies for x number of days! I never did clean up that mess. Oh yeah! I’m SO bad!
 
I woke up next morning and packed at least five outfits for my Rowdies nightmare weekend? Week? Well, for however long I’m forced to be there. I looked in the mirror and told myself that other than the fact that tonight I’ll be entering hell I’m going to try to have a nice day. Not to mention the fact that’ll ill get to get to see Andy today at school. Oh my God!! I completely forgot, how am I going to get to the mall? There is no possible way I’m going to be able to get to the mall, the Rowdies will be watching me 24/7 as though I was a prisoner, which in their house I am.
That morning I told myself the truth, which is a lie. That morning I had really told myself a lie, that day I already knew was going to be crap! I had forgotten to do my algebra homework, which was really Miss. Applebottom’s homework, so I had to endure ‘The Look’ that teachers give you when you didn’t do your work, that’s really their work. 6th period came around, Andy sat next to me again, and I forgot all of my troubles, which isn’t a lie I really did forget my problems! We laughed and passed notes like a couple of 4th graders. But the bell rang and I didn’t want to leave, but I did of course.
I arrived home at exactly 4:32 and began to grab my bag when my mother came to my door with her left hand showing something off. It wasn’t just her engagement ring, no this was two rings!
“Mom, please tell you didn’t already marry him!” I pleaded and collapsed on my bed.
“Umm…maybe.”
 


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