Always: Broken Series Book Four by Annie Jocoby

Author:Annie Jocoby [Jocoby, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tobann Publications
Published: 2016-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

That night, since it was Friday, I asked mom if I could have my friend Tisha over. Mom told me I could, of course, so I called her and asked her if she wanted to spend the night.

“I’d love to,” she said. “Let me ask my mom, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. You missed all the drama today at school, by the way. I’ll have to fill you in on that. It’s juicy.”

Juicy. Tisha thought that everything was juicy. Truth be told, nothing dramatic had ever happened at my school. It was a private school, and we all had to wear uniforms, even though my school wasn’t religious. They just made us wear uniforms because that was the easiest way to make sure that we didn’t show up in little halter tops, short shorts and baggie jeans for the guys. Baggie jeans was a fad that just never went away for some odd reason. Since we didn’t have the option to wear whatever we wanted, we didn’t have the same clothing problems that other schools did.

“Are you guys going to join us for dinner?” mom asked. “I’m making your favorite – southern fried chicken.”

I smiled. Southern fried chicken was always my favorite growing up, but, since I started teaching myself to cook, other things took its place. I liked that she was really trying, though, and I still felt bad about snapping at her earlier. “I’d imagine that Tisha will probably want to have dinner with us and stuff. I don’t know, though. Maybe we’ll just get a pizza or something like that. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Mom smiled. “I mean, of course we don’t mind. Just let us know.”

“Mom, you don’t have to be so accommodating. Just tell me what you usually do – I’m going to eat dinner with you guys or else.” I rolled my eyes. I hated that mom was letting me get away with stuff that I never used to. She was always so adamant that dinner time is family time. I was testing her with the getting a pizza thing, and she failed miserably. “We’ll be down for dinner. I love your fried chicken.”

Her face flushed red, and I felt sorry for her again. She was trying to hard to get normal right, and, somehow, she just wasn’t. I went over to put my hand on her shoulder. “Nobody ever taught you about what to do when your daughter has been diagnosed with cancer. You don’t have to feel embarrassed.”

She started to wring her hands, and I knew that I was stepping in it. “I know,” she said. “That’s true. Nobody ever taught me about how to act. I’m trying, though, Addison. I really am.”

I nodded my head. “Well, I’m going up to my room. Tisha will be here at 6.”

I went to my room and surfed the Internet while I waited for my friend to show.

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