HELP ME!







Addison Daily



 
© Copyright 2024 by Addison Daily

 

Photo courtesy of the author.
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OH MY GOD. So I was just sitting in the kitchen, eating my favorite cereal, you know, the usual fruit loops, on a typical Saturday morning, when my Mom comes out of her bedroom with this strange look on her face. I mean, she was really pale and her hair was like an upside down mop. Seriously. And she had on her cotton pink robe instead of her blue one, which usually means she is either depressed or on her period. 

Mom came up to me and got onto her knees. I looked at her like she was crazy and said, “What are you doing?”
I am so sorry,” she grabbed my hands and kept repeating the same thing over and over. She had tears in her big baby blue eyes and I felt sorry for her. I mean, what could it feel like, being bipolar and not being able to control your own emotions? I sighed. She must be having another mental breakdown.  

What are you sorry for, Mom?”

She got up shakily, like she was the oldest woman in the world, even though I know for a fact she is only thirty. “I know this will be hard for you. I..I mean it will be hard for me too.. but you're going to love it there. I promise. Well..”

Mom!” She blinked at me.

What?”

What are you talking about?” She smiled, that mischievous smile that everyone knew about. The smile that made the cover of a very popular magazine when she was a well known actress, before she got depressed.“We're moving to Alaska with my fiancée.” Fiancée? Now I’m writing this in a.. well somewhat calm manner  but I was literally freaking out earlier. I mean, what in the flipping mother of a leaf! What was she thinking? She said we were moving to Alaska? Where there is nothing to do? Where it is always 0 degrees or below? With her boyfriend? Now fiancée? The guy who said I had a big nose? The same guy who made about thirty thousand dollars a week than my mom made in a whole year. That guy?  I am trying so hard to take this abominable news calmly, you know? Like a responsible person. But I am so angry right now I could blow a casket! I think I may be hyperventilating. My hands are shaking and I want to scream. How can I not be upset? 

My mother is getting married. AGAIN. In a whole other country! In Brazil! And she’s going to take a two week honeymoon with her new rich boyfriend. What am I supposed to do? You would think she’d have learned a lesson after that last guy with the fake mustache, but apparently not. As if I don’t have enough problems already! I just don’t see how much I can take. I mean, I already am:
  1. The shortest girl in my Sophomore class.
  2. I am diagnosed as a nerd by the whole student body.
  3. My mom divorced my dad a year ago and I still haven’t seen him since. 
  4. My best friend hates me right now because I am in love with her older brother.
  5. I am currently failing my calculus class.  
And oh yeah! Did I mention we have two weeks to move to Alaska? To a place with negative temperatures and almost no summer? Can you believe it? What was she thinking?
*****                              
I can’t believe this. I really can’t believe the nerve of that woman! My mother apparently hadn’t told me the whole gosh darn truth. 

The whole truth we have to move? The whole reason why she has to marry that guy? Is because ... .because. Argh! I can’t even say it.

She’s… she’s PREGNANT! With a child. His child. Ughh! This is so like her! Like, who goes having babies without getting married? You know. Stupid teenage girls. But my mom is not a teenager. She’s an adult! She’s always telling me that I can’t have children without being married for at least five years and then she goes having babies and she’s not even married! She’s such a hypocrite! 

I can’t help thinking of how I’m going to get us out of this mess. And you know the sad part? My mom is so starved from a man actually loving her she would do anything to get a man to love her. I mean I can see why men would fall head over heels over her, but after you get used to her, you see that she’s.. well flighty. And bipolar. And if you’ve ever heard being bipolar, it’s when you can be feeling very happy one moment then want to cry the next without knowing why. You're depressed. And you have suicidal thoughts. A LOT. 

But.. My mom loves me. If I were dying she would give her life for mine. If I had a bad day at school she would make me tea. I guess my mom is a good mom. I mean she feeds me… sometimes. And she’s never left me anywhere (well, once. But that was because she thought I was in the car.) So she’s a good mother. Just very..ugh I don’t know. Sometimes I wish my mom were like other moms. Like my old friend Lea’s mom. Not bipolar. Not depressed. Not pregnant. Not flighty. Just a regular mom.  
*****
My mom says I should write out all of my feelings about this whole fiasco in my diary. To rid my body of what she calls my “negative responses”. Okay. I will write my feelings. I am: MAD. Really mad at her right now. I am: SAD. Really sad. Almost bipolar sad. And…disgusted. At her. At her boyfriend. At my dad. At the unborn baby. I wish she would take in account of my feelings. I am her daughter after all. But sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.
Honors Language Arts About Me Page (draft)
Name: Libby Marionette Shalowski

Age: Fifteen 

Year in school: Sophomore

Name of school: Academy Christian for Intelligent Adolescents

Sex: Female

Description: Five feet with unruly auburn hair and blue eyes. And a big nose that came unfortunately from my six foot seven father. 

Parents—Mom: Marionette Ellen Shalowski
Job: Used to be an award winning actress before she got depressed. Now she works at the downtown hotel. 

Father: James Harry Neslein (gone).

Best Friend: Used to be Lea Martina. Lea used to be my friend since we were born but she unfriended me when she found out I had a crush on her older brother and he kissed me. Not expressing details. Highly confidential. 

Pets: None. Mom is allergic to animal fur. Or so she says. 

Boyfriend: Leonardo DiCaprio 

Address: Lived all of my fifteen years in Chicago,Illinois and will be moving to the unbearably cold place called Alaska. Side note: (Have to try to get Mom to move to Hawaii, where it is much warmer and still a state I like.

Hobbies: Binge watching shows. Love looking at Lea’s brother who is now in college. (Obviously Harvard).

Fav food: Ice cream. And yes, Ice cream is a real food because you can live off ice cream. I did it for a week. Don’t ask.
Biggest worry right now: I have to move to Alaska! I might as well put a HELP ME sign saying I’m getting kidnapped against my will outside my bedroom window.


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