Today I am going to write small piece of my many stories that clog my mind and hope that you will enjoy this as much as I am enjoying writing it.
The bell rang and the kids walked out of the class noisily. Andrea looked at them and smiled then went back to grading their exams. She was happy doing just that. The kids were a great source of joy to her and she would never trade that for anything else. Her phone rang rousing her from her thoughts. She looked at the screen to see who it was and groaned loudly. It was her dear meddling mother who never quit to make her feel awful.
“Hello mother what do I owe this very unpleasant surprise?” she asked.
“My dear do not sound so crude!” Her mother retorted as soon as she heard Andrea talking. “Do you remember the dinner that we host annually? To celebrate our family and friends? Please be early and wear something decent. And oh please do not embarrass me like you did last time. And do not forget to go to the spar, last time your skin was so dreadful and make you hair presentable….”
Andrea hang up cutting her mother’s speech short, rubbing her temples due to the pain that was beginning to manifest. There was nothing worse than talking to her dear mother. She always found a way to sour her day and make it so dreadful. She looked at the papers she had been grading and huffed in frustration. She put them into her briefcase and then arranged the rest of her things. She was done with all her classes for the day so she could go home.
As soon as she got into her one bedroomed closet apartment she went straight to the refrigerator and took out her big bowl of ice cream. She needed the strength she seemed to derive from that guilty pleasure of hers. She sighed in pleasure after taking the first spoonful of the ice cream then went back to grading her student’s papers.
She looked at her closet and shook her head in wonder. She did not own any decent dress anymore. All the ones she had were old and she could not possibly go with the same dress she had the previous year, her mother would have a coronary. She called her best friend Natalia to help her find a dress for the stupid dinner party she had to attend.
“Why do you always go if you hate your family so much?” Natalia asked as they perused the dresses in the store they had come to shop in.
“I do not hate everyone or anyone as a matter of fact I just dislike my dear mother and her precious daughter, Delia, that’s all.” Andrea answered shrugging..
Natalia looked at her with the look that said ‘yeah right’. But she wisely decided to stop talking about that particular subject. Natalia tried to get Andrea to go to the spa but that did not happened but at least she went to the salon. That was progress according to Natalia.
That evening Andrea looked at herself and grudgingly admitted that she looked better than she had ever looked before. She was in a floor length silver dress that clung to her body like a second skin and had a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. The dress brought out her features and made them look exotic- her silver eyes and her ash blonde hair. She hated make up but she had allowed Natalia to apply a little on her. She hoped her mother would appreciate the effort she had made not bother her at all the whole evening.
The dinner was as grand as always. Her mother did not want to term it as a party but due to all the people she invited it was the correct rem but she would never tell her that.
“ANDREA! Oh my you look lovely!” her grandmother exclaimed loudly attracting too much attention.
She smiled at her grandmother and walked to her and gave her a huge hug. Her grandmother smiled and then wheeled away to talk to the other guests. Andrea sensed someone looking at her from behind. She looked and saw her mother and her sister glaring at her.
“You look good Andrea,” Delia said with a fake smile directed to her.
“Thank you Delia, mother please excuse me I have to go and mingle with the other guests,” Andrea told her mother and sister and walked away to avoid a scene.
They glared at her till she vanished into the crowd of guest who were invited. She was not sure why they were mad at her but she did not care at all. As she was talking to Mr. James, one of her father’s friends she saw him and her heart stopped. ‘What was he doing here?’ she asked herself unable to look away. Then she saw why and managed to finally look away but not before seeing his expression as he saw her. Andrea was not sure how the night would progress but she was beginning to dread it even more.
To be continued…
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