Chapter Three
"Wake up honey!" I heard my mom scream. Wearily, I roll over to face my clock. It is eleven o-clock A.M. I really wish that i could have slept longer. Now, I feel a little excited about moving. I've only been to England once. That was when my father and I needed little bit of excitement. Mom didn't want to go, so we went by ourselves.I stumble down the stairs, and follow the sound of my mom's voice."Surprise!" squeals my mom. There is a man standing by her. He wears a long leather jacket. He has wavy blond hair, and eyes that are so bright, that i am lucky i am not blind. He could be a model. Though, he’s on the short side. In fact, he’s somewhat of an elf. "What? Uh, who is that?" I ask her."Cessy, this is Gabe. And..." Who is Gabe? For some reason my stomach feels uneasy at the moment. What I think is so disturbing about him, is his smile. It looks as though it is being forced. He looks super conceited. It bothers me loads."...well, there's really no calm way to say this..."“Just say it Mom" I mutter sounding very annoyed."We're getting married!" she yelps. Gabe just nods.Okay, it was only yesterday that my dad funeral was taking place. I can't look at her. I am earnestly going to puke i do. I mean, oh my God! She cannot be my mother. Okay, I have to admit, I may have guessed that they were dating, or whatever, but they're getting married. God…"He'll be flying to London with us. That's where we're getting married!" There are so many questions that i want to ask her; When will the wedding be (not that I care)? When did you two even meet? So, you've already gotten over the death of your husband and my father? I really try to open my mouth and ask her, but i can't. I can feel my face turning red, and my hand starting to form into a fist. I want to kill her! Seriously! I want to kill him! But I won't. I could though. I really could. It would be hard to kill my mother, though. No, not because I love her, but because I am so appalled, that i couldn't stand being in the same room as her."Excuse me." And with saying that, I stumble into the bathroom, and barf up as much of her that lurks inside of me as i can.