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Next is the hair salon. When we got there, it had very little consumers. Then again, it’s about lunchtime. I took a seat while Mom got us signed in. I pull out my phone and text Sasha to see what she’s doing.
:Nothing much, just woke up:
She’s the opposite of my family. Her family is sleep-inners.
:I need to tell you something and I’m still bothered by it:
:What is it, Jamie?:
:I found out I’m attracted to guys:
:How did you find out this?:
:Well the doctor’s assist for some reason kissed me. I felt like I was going to melt:
:Kissing seems to do that:
:I thought I would tell you. I’m still confused about how I started liking guys:
:Jamie, there is nothing wrong with liking guys. Plus, it suits you:
:Funny, my mom said the same thing:
“James, you’re up.” Mom said.
“Hold on one second.” I slowly got up.
:I’ll be right back, I’m getting a haircut:
I put my phone away to say, “Alright, I’m ready.”
“Follow me, young lady.” I follow the hairdresser to sit in the chairs in the back.
The hairdresser puts that bib thing on me. “You know, you have very pretty…” then she screams “MUTANT!” I felt a lot of surprise and fear from her
I turn the chair to face her to say, “Haven’t you ever seen a mutant before?” in the calmest manner possible. Somehow, I just kept the shakiness in my emotions from showing. I then feel a lot of anger and hate coming from her. I know this isn’t going to be good.
“GET OUT! NO GENE FREAKS ALLOWED!!!” She shrieked. I quickly take off the bib thing and run back to mom sobbing.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” Mom said with a soothing and concerning tone.
“I don’t know, I was just sitting there and the lady started yelling at me. Calling me a Gene freak.” I felt extreme anger coming from my mom. I have never seen anger like this since Peter beat me to a bloody pulp ultimately causing their divorce and escape from that fuck.
She pushes up my head and wipes off the tears. “Hold on sweetie, I’ll be right back.” She growled making her way to the back. I did not want to watch what was about to happen. I remember what happened last time. It still brings shivers down my spine thinking about it. All I heard was some screaming. Not the normal screaming. The type of demonic screaming that you hear in horror movies. All I could do is stay in my happy place and hope the massacre ends soon. A few moments later my mom came back with a warm smile on her face.
“Please tell me you didn’t now kill her?”
“No, I didn’t kill her, but I did do something close to it. Now, let’s go get lunch.” I don’t even want to know.
“What about my hair?”
“Oh, I’ll cut it at home.” Oh Jeez, I hope she’s better than the last time I got a haircut from her. We went to a good restaurant called ‘Food’. Yes, you did not misread that. No, they did not get lazy. The reason why they call it food is because they have a big menu like the cheesecake factory, though it’s still a bland name.
We go through the door and were greeted with “Welcome to food, do you want a table or booth?”
“Booth please.” Mom said. We follow the hostess to our booth and sat down.
“Your waiter will be here in a second.” The hostess trots back to her duties. A few moments later the waiter comes over.
“Hi, I’m Timo…” He stops as he looks at me. I notice, so look stare at him. I could see the bulge slowly rising in his pants. Do I really have that effect on people? He blushes cutely and stutters “I’m s-sorry, I’m T-timothy, I-I’ll be your waiter. What do you want to drink?”
Mom glances at me with a knowing smile, “I’ll have a coke.”
“Dr. Pepper for me,” I said with a little smile.
“Infidel.” Mom blurts.
“Says the one who’s drinking the headache inducer.” I retort.
“Any appetizers, ladies?”
“No, we’re good.” We both reply simultaneously. Timothy was surprised but quickly composed himself. He walks off.
“So, what was that about?” I looking to Mom for answers.
“It seems he was very attracted to you. As was Frost.”
“Just what I want. More attraction from boys.” I griped.
“What? I thought he was cute.”
“Sorry sorry, Debra never talks about boys or relationships, so I felt now that you look like my beautiful elven daughter. I thought we could have a mother-daughter time together.”
“But, mooooom, I’m your son, not your daughter.”
“I know I know. I just… I haven’t talked or got to know about your kids because I’m working all the time, and now that you manifested. I like to take the time to get to know you both.”
A tear fell down my cheek. “Mom.” I never expected for her to say that. I don’t know what to say.
“Ladies, may I take your order?” Timothy interrupted our heartfelt moment. I quickly wipe my face. Mom and I whip heads around to find a goofy grinning Timothy.
“I would like the fish and chips sandwich.” Mom said.
“And I would like the Tuna steak.”
“Alright, I’ll be back with your food.” Timothy strutted back.
“What was that grin?” I asked.
“I have no clue.” Mom answered. There was a loud bang as a man in a nice suit with two men in power suits following behind comes charging on in. He turns to swivels his head trying to find someone. He looks at Mom and me with a grim look on his face. I know exactly what this man is, MCO. The MCO has a reputation for disappearing newly developed mutants. I could feel that man’s hate for me. He stomps over to me and composes himself.
“You,” he points at me “are under arrest for endangering children.” Children? Oh, is he talking about the kids getting who was sitting in the back playing? I didn’t really notice them.
“What do you mean, and who are you?” Mom demanded.
“I’m Officer Johnson, MCO, and your daughter is under arrest for child endangerment.” Oh, now I’m pissed.
I stand up and look Officer Mcfuckface in the eyes, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I say calmly trying to keep myself composed. I almost thought I was going to scream for a second there.
“Don’t play stupid with me. We have an eyewitness report that you did.”
I take one step closer to him, “Where did I do this?”
“At Haircuts emporium.” He said smugly.
“How about I tell you what really happened. After the going to the doctors about my mutation I went to the said place to get a haircut. Since I manifested into this,” I gesture to myself “I wanted a haircut. I hate my long hair. When I sat down in one of their chairs the lady…”
“Mrs. Harriett.” Stated Officer Mcfuckface.
“Mrs. Harriett saw my ears.” I shove my hair behind my ears. I hear gasps from the audience. “She freaked out shouting at me that I’m…. I’m a gene freak.” The tears started falling remembering how she treated me. “I ran out to my mom. She had some words with Mrs. Harriet and we came here to forget about what happened to you,” I shakenly pointed at the three fucks standing there, “Interrupted our nice meal and Mom’s precious mother-daughter time. We never have time to hang out as a family and now…” I collapse and start wailing. Mom comes over the other side of the table to console me.
“YOU should be ashamed of yourselves. Making a girl cry. Are you even men?” The fucks are visibly distraught. I was purposely making a big scene for everyone to watch. Of course, a lot of that was true. Especially the crying. Gods, I don’t remember crying this much.
Officer McFuckface composed himself, “She’s faking, arrest her.” He demanded. My tears stop as so did my heart. I stare at the fucks wide-eyed. My heart starts pounding again. Harder than before. I feel my panic arise. McFuckface grabs my arm.
“NO STOP!” I screech. Mcfuckface stops and stares at me. I compose myself long enough to say shakenly, “Please, leave me alone and forget.” McFuckface lets go of my arm and walk off bringing both his buddies with him.
I feel my lunch from yesterday coming back up, so I say running to the bathroom, “Excuse me.” Then proceeded to puke and cry.
“Sweetie?” I heard mom calling for me inside of the bathroom. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just crying and puking out my adrenaline. I’ll be out in a bit.” I sniffled.
“I hope you know you’re in the men’s restroom.”
“Of course, I am. I’m a bo…” Son of a bitch I forgot what my appearance. Great, now everyone will think I’m some perverted bitch boy. I quickly wipe my face and walk quietly out of the stall. Every guy was looking at my mom and me. I simply did what hygienic people would do. Wash my hands, turn the guys, and say, “I bid adieu.” Giving a little bow along with it.
We stroll out of the restroom and went back to our seats. Right before we sat down, the consumers and staff around us started clapping and yelling ‘woo hoo’ and ‘good job’. I was not expecting a warm welcome. I half expected for everyone to have pitchforks.
A man in a Sunday-best outfit came up to us and chirps, “I would like to say sorry that your meal was ruined. I would also like to say how awesome you were standing up to those numb skulls. I would’ve given in if it was me. To show my feelings I would like to give you your food on the house.” Mom and I glanced at each other.
“Wow really? I would seriously appreciate that. Though, I need something light considering what I did in the restroom.” I sheepishly grinned. Free food? Fucking awesome. Our meal was great and easy on my poor tummy. After it, we made sure to pay a nice, handsome tip to our Waiter, Timothy. We then drove back home. When I got home. I immediately hit the hay. If you’re wondering where Debra is in all of this. She’s at a friend’s house. Today was a majorly fucked up day.
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