TWISTED (chapter one)

Twisted 🌀

"I guess you're right"

"Yes my dear. People will always talk about you, whatever you do. So many times people have talked so bad of my social ways, they call it playfulness. As the first child they expect much more from me. You remember I told you that I had a delay in high school and I had to repeat a class and then my younger brother became my classmate. There's just this look from people like you're a failure already...."
"Okay, but really, what's the fun of all the hardwork and success story if there ain't people to talk, it's a normal deal. I just beleive in doing the right thing and being happy. Take the constructive criticism, trash the rest of the talk".
" Rox, I'm happy tonight. It feels good to hear your voice. I have so much to do tomorrow and I need to get some sleep. We'll talk later. Goodnight dear".
"Right Blair, night night and sweet dreams".
" Yeah. Bye. Be good."

I smiled widely as I dropped my phone. Blair's such a wonderful person. Every conversation reminds me, he's rare. I put my headphones back on and hummed along the classical piece I was listening to.

"Good morning luv, get off that bed it's Monday". Mum's voice rang out cheerily as she opened my windows. I peeked at her and turned my face down on the pillow when she wasn't looking. For a few seconds it was quiet until my sheets were tugged from beneath me.
" Alaina Audrey, enough. Get up right now. I won't have my babies get late to school because of you."
Finally standing up, I stifled a yawn as I walked towards the bathroom.
"Then your kids should learn to get themselves to school".
" Oh you don't say Alaina, cause I left you at six to go to school yourself huh".

There she goes again. Now she would tell me how terrified I was to ever be alone and how she took me everywhere and of how hard I cried the first time she picked me up so late.

"Alaina even at seven you were a sweet little terrified darling. You wouldn't let anyone come near you except mom. And this one time I picked you up so late....."
There's no stopping her when she starts. So I hurry into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. With the shower on I can't hear her, good riddance right. Soon enough I hear the door of my room close softly.
Don't get me all wrong. I love my mom very much and we're really close. We just don't agree on what my duties should be.
All dressed and ready to go. My gown's pencil with florals on it, a little above my knee. That should do just right for my interview later in the day. I opened the glass case on my sidetable. It housed my most beautiful jewelry. A silver studded bracelet mom got me for my sixteenth birthday. It'd be the first time I'll have it on. I know it must have cost mom a lot that's why I keep it very well hidden. I have plans to get her an equally beautiful and expensive gift too.
"Alaina, it's seven thirty am Monday morning. My babies ain't in school yet. Are you in there murmuring to yourself??"
That's it. One more look at my appearance in the mirror, and a smile,
"I'm here now, babies shall we??"

"Hey don't call me a baby, I'm nine. Mom you see why you shouldn't call me baby, it's so embarrasing".
I gave mom a quick peck and walked out of the door. Beside me was a sulking nine year old child Aaron, my brother and Robyn, well Rob for short, my baby sister.
In the bus, I finally brought out my phone. This only happens on Monday mornings anyway, I usually start off the day with my phone.
I had a few messages. The first from Blair and some other " hi" "hey" messages.
"Good morning sunshine, how was your night? I promise to call you later in the day. Take care dear. Blair cares."
It was short but sweet. Well maybe I've qualified it that way because its Blair.
I had about eleven unread mails half of them from dating help sites that I had subscribed to unknowingly.
After dropping the kids off at school, I walked into a nearby coffee shop to wait until it was time for my interview. I had earlier been granted an offday by Larry so I didn't have to go in to work today.
I rehearsed my lines over a cup of white coffee. Acting has always been my dream. The dream of acting has been in my head but it has never left there. No one has ever seen me act before. My mom seemed to believe in that dream while I was much younger but she never asked lately or brought up the topic. I don't blame her. Often I doubt myself too. I couldn't stand in front of people. It was always a terrifying experience, i'd be so scared and blank. Bumping into the audition posters reminded me that I wanted to act but didn't give me too much hope. Instantly I began working towards the first interview. Up until now, as much as I've practised, the fear of going blank kept getting to me. I didn't tell mom about it, maybe I should have. The pressure was now getting too much for me to handle but I can't back out now.
Ten minutes to twelve, I was already seated at the reception of Keith Jones theatre. Soon enough I was joined by five other adults, I appear to be the youngest here.
Thankfully we were not given tags according to our arrival but according to our interest to audition earlier. I was already shivering, having goose bumps all over. I was the fifth person. By Twelve there must have been fifty of us but the reception was spacious enough to accommodate us without anyone breathing on the other's skin.
"No 5. You're up next".
Oh God. Not now. I was so terrified, the next person had to tap me.
Okay, I can do this,  I can make it through. Oh Mom. Where are you when I need you the most.