Miss Invisible
"Dad make her stop!" I cried to my dad.
"What do you expect me to do?" He asked softly rubbing my shoulder.
"I don't know! You were married to her you should know how to stop this nonsense!" I whipped my tears on my sweatshirt sleeve.
"I'll see what I can do." He told me standing up to go stop my mother from dancing provocatively. My best friend Rachel was laughing at her trying to make me feel better. Mothers weren't supposed to act like that! They also weren't supposed to dress in clothes that showed their stomachs and cleavage. But she still did it anyways! It drives me insane!
My dad took my mothers arm and whispered something in her ear. She stopped dancing and looked over at me and Rachel. She flashed her pearly whites at us before saying something back to my dad. Then she laughed. She found this funny. She always finds if funny. It's not *CENSORED*ing funny. Its embarrassing. He shook his head and walked away from her.
"She said if you didn't like it you don't have to stay. You can go back to the hotel." He looked at me sadly. I sighed deeply as my mother grinded against some random guy. "I can take you there if you want."
"I can take her." Rachel said already knowing my answer. She locked arms with me and we walked out of the stupid club that I didn't want to go to in the first place. Clubs are not a good place for a 14 year old, like Rachel, and 15 year olds, like me, anyways. At least my dad was there. "Do you really want to go back to the hotel right now? I mean it's a beautiful night."
"Not really." I sighed looking out at all the pretty lights illuminating the boardwalk. "I want some ice-cream."
"Me too!" Rachel's face lit up when she saw the small ice-cream shop. The two girls started running off the shop hoping their favorite flavors would be there. Sure enough I made out with some chocolate chip cookie dough and Rachel got her favorite birthday cake flavored treat (and the boy who was working there's phone number). I had almost forgotten about my crazy mother as we walked out giggling like the girls we are.
"I love the boardwalk. It reminds me of home." I said thoughtfully taking in the salty sent of the sea water.
"Me too." Rachel smiled leaning over the railing. "I miss it. But we're on vacation! We shouldn't worry about home!"
"Nope!" I laughed. "It's us, my divorced parents and my step mother. How much more conventional could that get?" Rachel laughed loudly and spun around to lean on the railing.
"How does that work?" She asked looking at me skeptically.
"I have no idea." I sighed. "Honestly I wished my mother would have stayed home."
"She's so embarrassing!"
"I know!" I exclaimed. "This is why I don't have friends over often, besides you but your used to her!"
"and I may have seen more of her than I would ever want to." She shuttered almost violently.
"I'm sorry." I laughed softly. "I think my grandmother smoked crack when she was pregnant."
"That might start to explain it." Rachel giggled.
"Yeah, but you only have to deal with her in intervals. I have to live with her."
"And for that," She said putting her hand on my arm. "I am truly sorry."
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