Viking Girl Scribbles

“Katie love!” I can tell by the tone of mum’s voice what she’s about to say. “Bill called.” I’m glad my back’s turned because I couldn’t stop this eye roll even if I wanted to. She pauses to see if I have anything to say. “Well, he wanted me to come by tonight and I thought since we’re not doing anything… well, I’d say I’d come and…” “Yeah mum. Great.” I think I’m able to keep my voice fairly neutral. “I have plans anyway.” Not really, but I can’t with her hovering all night just because she suddenly developed motherly responsibilities. “Alright then.” She starts to move away from the door. “I’ll leave some money in the kitchen. Maybe you can invite Liza over?” Maybe I can gouge my eyes out. “Yes mum. Maybe I shall.” There’s a spring in her step as she hurries into her room to get all dolled up for the flavour of the month. Disgusting. The smell of her perfume lies thick in the bathroom, not even my taking a shower clears the fog of Elizabeth Arden’s White Diamonds. I don’...

Alexandra capped her pink marker and put the last Valentine’s card into its envelope. 16 red envelopes were stacked on her bed, ready to be put into her friends’ lockers tomorrow. She pulled at the hair tie keeping her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, ashy blonde locks tumbled down to her shoulders, covering her face and the sad frown she didn’t know she was sporting. “Lexie!” Her mother’s voice called from downstairs. “Lexie, supper’s on the table.” “Coming…” Leaving her phone behind on the bed she shuffled down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hope you don’t mind leftover lasagna.” Alexandra smiled at her mother. Krystyna Drozd was stunningly beautiful with her long black hair in a braid over her shoulder, porcelain white skin and clear blue eyes. The fact that she was in a wheelchair was something you didn’t notice at first, and her infectious laugh and good mood made most people forget all about it if they did notice. “I love your lasagna.” Alexandra kissed...