My heart was racing, heels clicking against the chipped cement floor of the subway station. "How could this day get ANY worse?" I wonder making a beeline for the bathroom.
I started to gag. Cramming myself into one of tiny run-down stalls, I puked. Then once more.Walking out of the stall, I swiped my sleeve across my cheek. It reeked of lemons and bleach. The pale pink walls had etchings carved into the plaster. While I was washing my hands, someone, something walked in through the door.
My Mother...Irene. Five foot four, short blonde hair, tight jeans, and long dangling earrings. " What the heck, Raini? You don't just run off like that!? "
"Sorry mom, I...uh...had to pee." My voice quivering.
"Well, let's go! We got grocery shopping to-do." She then turned around and trotted out like one of those show horses. Shoving a piece of cinnamon gum into my mouth, I trailed behind.
Looks like an interesting book.
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