Chapter Eleven
After discussing plans for the following day with Samson, Margaret quickly leaves. Her brain is whirring. She felt restless from the events of the day. She was now required to visit an unknown boy's home for an art assignment the following morning. She simply wished to speak with her best friend. Her friend is 814.7 miles away; 12.5 hours' worth of driving. Mar was afraid she'd start crying soon. The majority of people had already left by the time she crossed the parking lot, but those who remained gave her an unpleasant glance.
She pulls into the gravel driveway leading to the startling pansy yellow house. Her aunt's home is small and ugly on the outside, just like all the others on the street. There is a sound of rustling leaves, and a squirrel scurrying in the woods. Margaret walks up to the door and yanks it open.
Constantine is standing on the other side of the room, her nephew on her hip. She observes her daughter taking off her Doc Martens. Then stomp away in the direction of the bedroom. Constantine inhales profoundly. She realized it was worthless to try to talk to her kid about anything right now.
She returns her look to Elija and confirms, "Teenagers."
"No," Elija exclaims with a toy in his mouth.
Mar separates her hair band from the end of her braid. She slams the door, letting her hair unbound. She grimaces and gathers her extensive now very wavey hair in her hands, balling it up on the crown of her head.
She grabs her phone from the pocket of her bag that has been thrown on the bed that was made neatly for once. A black screen looks back at her and then shows a battery with a red line in it. “UGH omg god of course,” she screams throwing her phone across the room and stomping. “I hate it here.”
She snatches her phone from the compartment of her bag, which she had hurled on the bed- that is adequately made for once. The phone screen appears as an empty battery with a red line through it flashing.
"UGH omg god of course," she screams and throws her phone across the room. "I truly loathe it here."
Margaret takes a few calm breaths and moves forward to her phone. She carries it with her to the outlet where her charger is located. Then she gets the bright notion of getting on her personal computer, but she doesn't have one because her world has been demolished. Her tears had marred her cheek. She thinks to herself, "Great, an additional day of ruined freaking make-up." She sobs and furiously rubs her cheek.
Margaret looks around and discovers her aunt Daisy's almost vintage radio, which she kept in the room for her. She approaches it and presses a small button. She tries holding it for a little longer when nothing happens. A vocalist's voice travels the room with a thick country accent. Mar decides she doesn't like it and smashes the button once more, and the music abruptly stops.
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Margaret returns to her room after going for a leisurely walk and visiting the park with her younger cousin to de-stress. She checks the clock its current time is 7:48. She wanders to her phone and discovers that she has 4 missed calls and 63 missed texts. Via Veronica. She decides to not answer and jumps into her bed.
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