Chuck E Cheese: A Fictional Narrative

She arrives at the school the next day. Amanda didn’t want to get out of the car, but she new it had to be done. “Have a nice day honey.” her mom waves goodbye as she drives away.

A smile spreads on my mom’s face. Before she can act, I speak. “How can you do this to your only daughter?! How!? Why!?”

“Ya but we don’t have to drive for a hour and then get car sick when we go to school.” I added. I wasn't really excited about what we were doing, but I didn't know that much about it either so I wasn't mad we were going to this village. I always took what I had in life for granted and didn't see the bigger picture. Instead I just focused on me and what I wanted. For basically the whole car ride my younger sister Lucy had been asleep and she hadn’t been listening to anything we had been saying. Lucy was only 6 years old at the time, but is very light spirited and

“Just so you know” she sobs. “My family isn’t so perfect either. Yes. My parents have remained married. Sure, on the outside we look good. But a couple of years ago I found out that my mother had an affair. My mother cheated and…” She shoves a finger at her chest. “I am a product of that affair.”

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

“This is all my fault, if I would have been there then maybe the baby wouldn’t have died.” I said, starting to sob.

"Have a good day, make sure you head over to Vice Principal Luna so you can get your schedule. I'll be here at three." Mom told me as I gather my book bag and climbed out of our mini van. I waved at her and she drove off. I coughed out the exhaust fumes. Never had I once seen that woman drive like that before. Guessed she really wanted me out of the house for once.

“Skylar, come on! The truck is about to leave!” my mom shouted as she walked outside to the U-haul truck containing precious memories of the past thirteen years of my life. “Alright, mom!” I aggressively shouted back to her, knowing full well she would not appreciate my tone. Despite my resistance towards the events of the day, I trudged out of my bare room with the last of my Vera Bradley luggage and loaded up the truck.

“Let’s hope that I don’t get hit by a car.” I mumbled to myself. I told my mother that I needed to help out October, but I didn’t say why. Happy that I was leaving my room to do something, she immediately agreed. Mother knew that something was wrong with me, but gave up a long time ago. She

“Bye mommy and daddy, I love you!” said little Charlotte. Right before they left, she ran up to the door and gave them both a big hug. They returned the hug, squeezing her tightly, before walking out into the garage and starting the car. Charlotte looked out the window, watching her parents pull out of the driveway. Little did she know that she would never see her dearest parents ever again.

“Tha… Thank you.” I was grateful. I just wanted to get away from the party. I never wanted to see Madison’s house ever again. I never wanted to see Mason or my sister. My depression was turning to anger, but I didn’t know which emotion was better. As Keith drove me home I just became angrier at them.

“Honey, I know since we lived in a bad part of Detroit it was hard for you to get outside safely, but I just don’t have the time to take you out every so often.” Her mom said in disappointment

I quickly began to spill everything that I had just witnessed. “ Well my dad was hitting my mom, and she was crying and yelling for him to stop.”

“Eva I’m not kidding,” my mom said more seriously this time. She looked me with her don’t-mess-with-me-I’m-serious face and I stared right back at her. Outside, the snow was falling even heavier and the highway was starting to clear out. I nudged my mom again, but this time, as my hand was pulling back from her seat it knocked over her burning coffee onto her seat and jeans.