LOLA: A SHORT STORY.
I'll be late. I'll be late and lose clients. I'll be late and lose client and lose money.
Lola sat at her window. painting her nails black.
The young teen watched the window, as if waiting for it to explode, waiting for every shard to puncture her stable body.
"What the hell am I doing here..." She muttered to herself. She finally gained enough of reality to go outside.
Her mother was looking around more fearful than ever. She kept tapping her tasteless, b rown sandals on the pavement. Using her light blue cardigan as a cover for her grey ankle-length dress.
“Let’s go mom..."
"No. “Her mother pulled her aging fingers over her daughter’s soft magenta hair.
She waited as her grandmother's car pulled in.
"Hi," her mom waved at the passing metallic sleek silhoette that was Nana's car.
Her nana stepped out with a smug look on her face before the driver had even gotten the chance to pull into park properly.
It was cold and windy, Lola was ready to go out and leave her aerisole-addicted grandmother to freeze in the frost. She winced as the dirt from their Round-a-bout driveway, flew gracefully into her eye, as if to scold her for her horrible imagination. She smirked and kept her poise perfectly to insult her shameless relative.
"How are you Sophia? " Nana's anorexic figure carefully made its way to the two females. "I'm sorry to take up any of your time. Or space." The voice said shakily, as she chuckled nervously.
Lola's mother softly hugged the weak, tall frame. Lola could tell she was choking back tears. Her Nana had never been so unhealthily thin. Her skeleton was overly visible.
"Lola..." Her Nana held close, just close enough for Lola to feel her every edge.
Lola could only let her eyes burn a bit more from the dirt sting. A few ugly tears escaped her eyes, "You make me sick Nana." She said nonchalant.
Her Nana only held a bit tighter, making the pain worse. I know. Nana thought.
More Chapters coming soon. Maybe. |
