My Mother's Daughter, a short story by aar564. Date added: 2011-10-26. Times viewed: 3414.
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When I entered the room, it smelled of smoke and alcohol as usual. I heard laughter and whispers as my mother and I took our coats off. I followed my mother closely behind her as she waved and smiled at almost everyone we passed. She finally chose a group to join and they were the most arrogant people here. I stayed behind her until she called me to join her. "Madison is graduating this year from Randolph Prep with a scholarship from Yale." Everyone congratulated my mother like I was her invention that had just won the noble peace prize. Luckily my mother said, "Its adult talk now." I rolled my eyes as I left the evil circle. As usual, I had to pee and I had no clue where the restroom was. I searched and ended up in the kitchen where there was plates and plates of appetizers waiting for their untimely death. I quickly took one as I was hungry from the long search for a restroom when someone came in. I still hadn't swallowed yet when the guy came in noticing me. He had the clearest blue eyes I'd ever seen, I thought I was going to choke on the appetizer in my mouth. "Enjoying the party?" He asked, but all I could do was shake my head yes. He scoffed, "Really? This party is filled with my mother's arrogant friends." I tried to chew my food without making as much of a sound. He took an appetizer and ate it whiling saying, "You know this was suppose to be my birthday party, but as usual my mother only invited her friends." "Mwappy wirthday," was what came out of my mouth and so did some of the appetizer. I quickly swalllowed as he laughed at me. I was embarrassed, but it did get a smile out of him. "I'm sorry," I said. He smiled, "Its okay, thanks. I'm Oliver James." He stuck out his hand and I shook it, "I-I'm Madison Conwell." At that moment, his mother came in and saw us laughing. "I see you've met Jane's daughter Madison," she smiled and so did I. "Randolph there are some people here I'd like you to meet." She placed her hand on his shoulder trying to be somewhat motherly, but it didn't work. Oliver shook her hand away and she looked at him surprised, "I'll be waiting in the study." She left immediately and I stood there not knowing what to say. "My first name is Randolph, but I prefer my middle name Oliver," he stated. "Good because I could never call you Randolph," I said lightheartedly. He laughed, "You're funny. Anyway the queen is waiting," he said before leaving the kitchen. I always hated these "get togethers" that my mother always dragged me to, but I had something to look forward to...where is the restroom?
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