“ARE YOU CRAZY?” My mum was not known for subtlety. She was also one of the few women left on the planet who wore giant rollers at night. She looked like a weird cartoonish character as she followed me around the house. Gesturing frantically, a telltale sign of her Italian ancestry, she almost crashed into my back when I suddenly stopped by the bed.
“Mum, I’m going and that’s that.” I dropped the pile of sweaters I was carrying into the suitcase on top of the bed. “It’s an amazing opportunity, a dream come true. Nothing you can tell me will change my mind.”
“But Scotland? Why so far? Couldn’t you just open a bookstore here in good old Australia?” I turned around to pick up some more clothes, and Mum blocked me in a move that would put a rugby player to shame. “It’s because of Kyle, isn’t it?”
I evaded her and managed to reach the dresser. “I couldn’t care less what Kyle does or does not do. If he chooses to ruin his life by marrying that bitch, it’s his prerogative. Life goes on.” Even if my heart was crushed into a powder and blown into the winds. “He made his choice. Now I’m making mine.”
Mum was not going to give up easily. “But you’ve been best friends since you were little. And what happened between you and Mia? You were such good friends.” How could she be so clueless?
In anger, I turned around so fast I almost knocked her off her feet. “Don’t be daft, Mum. Mia and I have never, ever been friends. Ever.” I enunciated each sound for effect. “I’ve hated her with a passion from the moment I first met her, and the sentiment is totally mutual.” My mum blinked and stumbled backward just enough for me to realize how shocked she was. “She’s been trying to outdo me forever, and she has won this war—she got Kyle. If he’s dumb enough to marry her, then they deserve each other.”
With pain and frustration boiling in my chest, I plopped myself on the edge of the bed and burst out crying. Damn! This was the last thing I wanted to do. But the tears wouldn’t be denied. They kept forcing their way out until they poured like a salty waterfall over my cheeks.
My mother sat next to me and slid an arm over my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, honey. I had no idea.” She patted my back with her usual awkwardness. She had never been very good in situations like this, one of the reasons I didn’t usually confide in her. “What’s wrong with Mia? She always seemed like a nice girl.”
I swore I heard a bone crack when I snapped up my head. “She’s a psychotic, manipulative bitch who will do anything to get her way. Everybody knows that except her parents, Kyle, and apparently you and Dad.” She blinked in dismay. “I’m going to Scotland, Mum. There is nothing left for me here.” I realized I was being cruel to her. After all, I was leaving my parents behind, but at that moment I was also furious at them. How could they both be so blind to believe that devil’s spawn was my friend? It would have been funny if it wasn’t so tragically sad.
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