Chapter 3Mature

It was 11:00 in the morning, on Saturday. A dull and dark Saturday, I would say. After I had brushed my teeth, I walked into the kitchen. My mom was sitting on one of the leather swivel chairs by the island. Her fingers were running through her hair, the phone pressed to her ear. My dad was sitting in the dining room, a newspaper in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. He hated coffee.

My mom looked worried, her eyes full of concern. She was talking to Bruno.

"Bruno," she said, "why? Why? You're not ready. You're 21."

She waited for an answer, nodding her head.

"Look. I know you're getting married soon. In a year to be exact... but you are not ready to have a child."

He said yes?

""What!" she pratically shouted, "You want to get married this year? I thought we decided on when you graduate. Bruno, what are you doing? What are you saying?"

She waited.

"We'll talk. For now, just focus on college. Not marriage and not babies. I'll call Amber's dad and say no."

She almost hung up until Bruno said something.

"Bruno, I'll call you later. Please. We'll talk. Later. Good-bye, sweetheart."

She hung up. She looked tired. I decided that I wouldn't ask her anything. But my dad decided too.

"What did he say?" he asked from the dining room.

"He wants to adopt the baby and he wants to get married this summer."

My dad shook his head.

"Don't you have anything against that?" she asked.

"Well, yes and no. I see where Bruno is going with this, but...."

He decided to shut up and read the paper. I took a pop tart and a glass of milk and sat on the swivel chair next to my mom. She took  a sip of her coffee while she doodled something on her napkin. She smiled at me. I smiled back, nervously, taking a sip of my milk.

"Mel, why don't you go out with your friends today? I mean, you guys could go skiing or something. Seven Springs Mountain in Pennsylvania. Stay overnight..."

My mom wanted to get rid of me. So she and dad could stay home alone and talk about Bruno and all. They would be on the phone all day with him and Amber and her dad. They didn't want me here. I wasn't offended. I nodded, smiling. We had a day off on Monday, anyway. Wow, talk about coincidental. I called Mickey on my cell phone. I called Heather and Jordan afterwards. I packed my bag with my ski/snowboarding clothes and my nightdress. Also, my clothes for going out and extra undergarments. I threw in my make-up, bathroom supplies, scrunchies, and my black rectangular glasses that I only wore at night... rarely. I could still see without them, but I took them anyway.

We were going to take my car, and I picked Mickey up first. I honked my horn. He walked out, and put his bag in the trunk. He sat in the front seat.

"Hey," he said kissing me on the cheek, "you know the way?"

I smiled, nodding. We picked up Heather and Jordan and I drove to Seven Springs Mountain.

The End

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