No Flaws When You're Pretending
Some Punk Gang Member
"Lauren?" I heard my mom call. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," I called back. I heard movement as my mom came towards the front entrance.
"Where have you been?" she asked. "I've been worried si--"
My mom stopped talking, and moving, as soon as she saw me. I couldn't help but notice how her eyes grew wide as she took in what I was wearing.
"Where did you get those clothes?" she asked, finally looking at my face.
"From a friend," I said.
"Oh?" she said. "What friend?"
"Brendon," I said.
"Who?" she said.
"Brendon," I repeated. "I just met him the other day."
"Oh," she said. Her eyes looked at my outfit again and I could see her cringing inwardly. "I'd like you to change your clothes, Lauren. These aren't the clothes that a young lady should be wearing."
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "But I'm not changing my clothes. I should be able to decide what I want to wear."
"This is how you want to dress?" my Mom asked. "Like some punk gang member."
I almost laughed. I bit my lip to hold it in, and just nodded. My mom narrowed her eyes at me before turning away quickly, obviously not happy with me. But I was completely happy. I was happy to not be a complete image of 'perfection' to my mother now.
"Yeah," I called back. I heard movement as my mom came towards the front entrance.
"Where have you been?" she asked. "I've been worried si--"
My mom stopped talking, and moving, as soon as she saw me. I couldn't help but notice how her eyes grew wide as she took in what I was wearing.
"Where did you get those clothes?" she asked, finally looking at my face.
"From a friend," I said.
"Oh?" she said. "What friend?"
"Brendon," I said.
"Who?" she said.
"Brendon," I repeated. "I just met him the other day."
"Oh," she said. Her eyes looked at my outfit again and I could see her cringing inwardly. "I'd like you to change your clothes, Lauren. These aren't the clothes that a young lady should be wearing."
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "But I'm not changing my clothes. I should be able to decide what I want to wear."
"This is how you want to dress?" my Mom asked. "Like some punk gang member."
I almost laughed. I bit my lip to hold it in, and just nodded. My mom narrowed her eyes at me before turning away quickly, obviously not happy with me. But I was completely happy. I was happy to not be a complete image of 'perfection' to my mother now.
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Short update :] I'll try and update again this weekend if I have time.Comments??
~Sally