Songs Of La Loba (chapter 2) I awoke to the sound of a door slamming shut. This would have been alarming, except for the fact that this was a common occurrence in the mornings. I rolled out of bed and headed toward the hallway, but stopped right before opening the door. I rested my hand on the doorknob and stood completely still, waiting to hear where the remaining occupant was. Thanks to my heightened senses I could hear that she was still sleeping, the air whistling as she breathed out her nose. I took this as an opportunity to make breakfast and quietly made my way into the hallway and downstairs. Once in the kitchen, I rummaged through the pantry until I found the box of pancake mix. I was sliding the last pancake onto my plate when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I started for the living room, when I was stopped by the sound of my name. "Rosemary" I turned around to see my mother standing in the middle of the kitchen. She was shorter than me, with thick dark brown hair and hazel eyes. At the moment, her hair was sticking out in every direction and she wore a big rumpled shirt that stopped just above her knees. "I didn't hear you come in last night." She made her way to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice out. "You were gone quite awhile this time." As she said this she opened the carton, then proceeded to drink straight from it. "Did I get anything in the mail?" I wasn't really up for small talk, I just wanted to eat my pancakes and relax. "I left a pile on the table next to the couch." She placed the carton back into the fridge and began to rummage around, looking for something to eat. Sighing, she took out the milk then went to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal. I turned ready to make my escape to the living room, when she stopped me again. "You need to find somewhere else to park your car, because every time you change me or your father have to move it out of our way." I walked out of the room without even acknowledging that I had heard her. I sat on the couch, set my plate on the coffee table in front of me, and switched the tv on. There was some show on about people who had weird habits. I took a bite of my pancakes and grabbed the stack of mail off the table next to me. All of them were from various colleges claiming they were the school I should go to. My mother yelled from the other room. "You need to explain to that friend of yours that she can't be calling here for you all the time. It gets annoying having to repeat that story to her over and over again." I could hear the spoon clinking against the bowl. My blood was boiling, but I tried to keep my even. "I've told her multiple times, but you know I can't control what other people do." I could feel the tension in the air even before she got up. I heard her drop her spoon in the bowl before she was in the doorway screaming. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?!" I turned my head to see her standing in the doorway. From this slant of light I could see the dark shadows underneath her eyes. "All I did was tell you to make your friend stop calling this house. I don't even see why you hang out with her anyway, she is no good for you." I knew in situations like this if I opened my mouth it would only add to her anger, so I kept quiet. "All she is is a sleazy little whore. What do you think people say about our family when they see you with her?" I blocked out the rest because I had already heard it before. The rest consisted of her saying that she is a "rich slut" who gets everything she wants, and that me hanging out with her made me look easy, but more importantly made our family, meaning my parents, look like gold-diggers. When she was done she stormed out of the room and up to her bedroom, leaving her bowl of cereal still sitting in the kitchen. I finished my pancakes and took my plate into the kitchen. Her bowl was abandoned on the island, so I decided to rinse her bowl out along with my plate. I turned the tv off in the front room then went back up to my room. My sheets were rumpled and there were flecks of dirt on top of my comforter, and they smelled a little like wet dog. It was definently time to wash them. I stripped my bed and rolled everything into the comforter, then carried them down to the laundry room and threw them in the washer. When I returned to my room I could hear shuffling coming from my parents room. I turned my radio on, and my room was instantly flooded with the sound of an upbeat pop song. I hummed it to myself as I went to my closet and picked out pants, a white tank, and a black jacket. When I was dressed I pulled my hair into a ponytail and grabbed my makeup bag off my dresser then proceeded down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving my bedroom door open so I could hear the music. I applied foundation and lip-singed to the music as I put mascara on, then topped it off with red lipstick. When I was satisfied with the way I looked I threw everything back into my bag, then went back to my room and sat it back on my dresser. I turned my computer on and checked my email. The school had sent me my homework, which I proceeded to print out. At the top of the list was a reading assignment for 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' I had been wanting to go to town anyway, so I figured I would stop by the book store while I was out. I grabbed my knee high converse and slipped them on. Then I grabbed my purse from beside my bed and turned my radio off. When I walked outside I found my car parked in the ditch at the end of the driveway. I got in, fished the keys from my purse, and started the car, the speakers immediately started booming from how loud the radio was. I turned it down, then turned to another station. This one was playing a r&b song that had a good beat, so I left it there as I drove down the road. When I made it to town, the streets were basically empty, except for a couple cars going home from church. This was a typical sunday for this town. I parked outside the bookstore and went in, going straight to the classics section. When I found what I was looking for, I checked out and returned to my car. I placed the book and my purse in the passengers seat, but I pulled my money out and put it in my pocket, deciding I would walk around a for a little.