From New York To London
Dinner.
~Kimberly's POV~
"Wake up Kimberly, we're going out to dinner" I heard mother say, waking me up from my well deserved nap. I got up from the bed and made my way over to the living room, where my mother was.
"Out to dinner ? So we're eating with someone ?" i asked questioning whether it would be a mother-daughter moment or dinning with someone else.
"Yes, we are meeting an old friend there." She said, not explaining further.
"Who are we meeting with?" i asked hoping the answer would be 'with your father', but instead she said,
"Kimberly, i don't have time for all your questions, if you want to go get changed." she said firmly.
I wasn't scared of her nor do i have many respect for her, but i obeyed because if i didn't, i would be left wondering who might this mystery person be. And i would be left wondering if thats my father.
So i changed into this. I usually don't wear dresses but i do wear them for special occasions.
Because of the fact that i don't wear dresses often, once mother saw me she said,
"Now thats what i like to see you in" she continued "Not half naked, like your a whore."
First i thought that was in actual compliment, but the the second part of the 'comment' hit me and i said,
"Like if you're any better."
She ignored my statement, but i know she want to say something but she could because at my age she was already pregnant.
who's the 'whore' now, i thought.
We walked out to the drive way to the car. Once we got in the car, i turned on the radio only for her to turn it off again. i didn't say anything cause i knew she was mad because of what i had said earlier. So the rest of the time was silent, not awkward but silent, like it usually is when we're in a car together.
We arrived to this fancy restaurant about half an hour later.
"Do you have a reservation miss?" asked a lady once we were inside.
"Yes, under Clark" she said with a smile, which was fake, but the lady showed us to our table anyway.
The table had six chairs around it which i thought was weird because i thought there were only going to be three people here but i guess not. Theres still a chance i meet my father though, maybe he has a family and we're meeting all of them.
Once we sat down mother said firmly, " I don't want any bullshit tonight, i want you to be polite, understood?"
i only had a chance to roll my eyes because when i opened my mouth to say something, a family of four came over to greet my mother.
"Emily!" said the lady, standing next to what i assume is her husband.
"Olivia" said mother, hugging 'Olivia'
"Its been too long" said Olivia, letting go of my mother.
"let's sit down, shall we"
"now, we are you" mother said nicely to the two kids, a boy and a girl. the boy about 14 and the girl 8.
"Now, don't be rude kids, introduce yourselves" Olivia said firmly, almost like how mother talks to me but nicer.
First spoke the little girl," My name is Hannah, i am 9 years old." she said with a smile.
Then the boy," Im Austin, Im 15"
My mother nudged me, wanting me to do the same.
"Kimberly, 17" i said simply.
"Oh, right, Kimberly. i remember the day you were born, remember Andrew" Olivia said to her husband, 'Andrew'.
"Of course, how can i forget the miracle of birth." he said
"oh, what a disaster that day was." mother said, i stayed silent, but Olivia, Andrew and her laughed.
"You were mad that entire day" said Olivia
"Remember, i was going to drive myself to the hospital, but i could find the car keys, so i got mad" said mother
"You got even more mad when you find out Simon didn't show up to his daughter's birth-" said Andrew
Simon. My father's name is Simon? This is the first time i've heard of Simon, and the sad part is that i had to hear it for some person i barely even met. "Simon.." i said barely a whisper.
By this time everybody from our table stop talking and laughing, mother was silently yelling at Andrew for speaking of my father. She never once in my entire live spoke of him, i don't think she ever planned on it either.
"Simon.." i said again, a bit louder but this time to my mother, "my father..?"
"It isn't my fault that you haven't told her of her own father, she's old enough." said Andrew, he had a point but for some reason that got me even more mad. Maybe because of the fact that he said my father didn't show up for my birth. Maybe i should be mad at Simon not Emily.
"Wake up Kimberly, we're going out to dinner" I heard mother say, waking me up from my well deserved nap. I got up from the bed and made my way over to the living room, where my mother was.
"Out to dinner ? So we're eating with someone ?" i asked questioning whether it would be a mother-daughter moment or dinning with someone else.
"Yes, we are meeting an old friend there." She said, not explaining further.
"Who are we meeting with?" i asked hoping the answer would be 'with your father', but instead she said,
"Kimberly, i don't have time for all your questions, if you want to go get changed." she said firmly.
I wasn't scared of her nor do i have many respect for her, but i obeyed because if i didn't, i would be left wondering who might this mystery person be. And i would be left wondering if thats my father.
So i changed into this. I usually don't wear dresses but i do wear them for special occasions.
Because of the fact that i don't wear dresses often, once mother saw me she said,
"Now thats what i like to see you in" she continued "Not half naked, like your a whore."
First i thought that was in actual compliment, but the the second part of the 'comment' hit me and i said,
"Like if you're any better."
She ignored my statement, but i know she want to say something but she could because at my age she was already pregnant.
who's the 'whore' now, i thought.
We walked out to the drive way to the car. Once we got in the car, i turned on the radio only for her to turn it off again. i didn't say anything cause i knew she was mad because of what i had said earlier. So the rest of the time was silent, not awkward but silent, like it usually is when we're in a car together.
We arrived to this fancy restaurant about half an hour later.
"Do you have a reservation miss?" asked a lady once we were inside.
"Yes, under Clark" she said with a smile, which was fake, but the lady showed us to our table anyway.
The table had six chairs around it which i thought was weird because i thought there were only going to be three people here but i guess not. Theres still a chance i meet my father though, maybe he has a family and we're meeting all of them.
Once we sat down mother said firmly, " I don't want any bullshit tonight, i want you to be polite, understood?"
i only had a chance to roll my eyes because when i opened my mouth to say something, a family of four came over to greet my mother.
"Emily!" said the lady, standing next to what i assume is her husband.
"Olivia" said mother, hugging 'Olivia'
"Its been too long" said Olivia, letting go of my mother.
"let's sit down, shall we"
"now, we are you" mother said nicely to the two kids, a boy and a girl. the boy about 14 and the girl 8.
"Now, don't be rude kids, introduce yourselves" Olivia said firmly, almost like how mother talks to me but nicer.
First spoke the little girl," My name is Hannah, i am 9 years old." she said with a smile.
Then the boy," Im Austin, Im 15"
My mother nudged me, wanting me to do the same.
"Kimberly, 17" i said simply.
"Oh, right, Kimberly. i remember the day you were born, remember Andrew" Olivia said to her husband, 'Andrew'.
"Of course, how can i forget the miracle of birth." he said
"oh, what a disaster that day was." mother said, i stayed silent, but Olivia, Andrew and her laughed.
"You were mad that entire day" said Olivia
"Remember, i was going to drive myself to the hospital, but i could find the car keys, so i got mad" said mother
"You got even more mad when you find out Simon didn't show up to his daughter's birth-" said Andrew
Simon. My father's name is Simon? This is the first time i've heard of Simon, and the sad part is that i had to hear it for some person i barely even met. "Simon.." i said barely a whisper.
By this time everybody from our table stop talking and laughing, mother was silently yelling at Andrew for speaking of my father. She never once in my entire live spoke of him, i don't think she ever planned on it either.
"Simon.." i said again, a bit louder but this time to my mother, "my father..?"
"It isn't my fault that you haven't told her of her own father, she's old enough." said Andrew, he had a point but for some reason that got me even more mad. Maybe because of the fact that he said my father didn't show up for my birth. Maybe i should be mad at Simon not Emily.
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Omg I was reading and then it just stopped plz plz update
5/15/15