Notes

Primrose:

I knew of the great white shark. The killer whales, the different types of fangs in the ocean around me. Yet, I still swam, seeking more danger then that of which i was in. I knew I was being chased by something strange, though I still hadn't looked behind me to know of its figure. I swerved several times through hundred year old ship wrecks but not enough too let it lose sight of me. I smiled sincerely, keeping myself within eye shot of the creature, wanting it to continue following me. It then moaned a tune I could listen to for centuries. It sounded like the first song a loving mother would hum to ease a babies cry. I felt it swim faster towards me as if to challenge me to move quicker. With that I briskly swam faster then a jet in the sky. I knew not of what had been trailing behind me but I knew its intentions were not to provoke me in any sort of way. It had been a simple-

"Prim! Stop daydreaming and get dressed! We should have left fifteen minutes ago to avoid morning traffic!" My mothers obnoxious voice could be heard clearly even from under water. I hoisted my head back up to the surface of the bath, frantically gasping for air. I had not realized how much i time i spend dreaming in the rose scented bubble bath i had subconsciously made.

Evangeline, my mother, stood facing the bathroom mirror buttoning up the back end of her earring. She then retched for her strawberry red lipstick without breaking eye contact with the mirror. I always admired her swift and gentle movement even if it was just to put lipstick on. She respected everything she touched while I did not spare a second glance to the things i might have broken.

I continued to stare at my mom as she adjusted her blouse to her liking. Her eyes then drifted to mine and i watched them morph into that of an irritated look. Without her telling me anything i stood up, rolling my eyes, and headed towards my "chamber" to get dressed, as ordered.

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"Emma Watson's speech isn't to reprimand men, Prim. Were you not listing?" My mother expressed her passionate response with a few hand movement to bring about her point. "She specifically expressed the fact that feminism should not be equivalent to the hatred of men."

I already knew she would respond this way when i had uttered my opinion about Emma's feminism speech. I knew what her answer would be and i knew she would react in the way she always did to my ignorant responses. I just liked to hear her voice sometimes when i was on edge.

I chipped some of my beige nail polish while mom continued to convey her opinion on our recent conversation topic. I then glanced at the dream catcher that hung from my mothers rear view mirror. It was a gift from my father.

Andre Morgan did not belong in our lives anymore.

Most would think Andre and Evangeline where the present day Romeo and Juliet. That's what everyone thought including my mother, Evangeline. Andre revealed to my mother, during my eleventh birthday, that he had finally decided his second family in Brazil was more important then his initial family here. What my mother had seen as several business trips to the city of São Paulo, was actually my former father visiting his second life, his second spouse, his second daughter.

Why my mother still held onto that hanging garbage with strings was beyond me. Perhaps it reminded her of those days in which she was happier. I definitely noticed the change in my mothers character after my eleventh birthday. But she did not fall into a dark pit of depression like most would. She never stopped painting, or watching romantic films they had seen together or listening to his favorite music. If a friend had not been informed of Andre's detachment of the family they would say she was still the same Evangeline everyone admired and adored. Unfortunately I knew my mother more then her bogus friends.

I averted my gaze to something my important then the worthless that circle, to a group of boys about my age. They leaned on their bikes and in there hands where roll up cigarettes. My face scrunched up i I didn't dislike smoking, i just preferred not to do it often.

I noticed in the crowd of boys was Leonardo Beckett, the crowned prince of