Jenny just sat there on the bathroom toilet for a few moments, her pom-poms stuffed into her face as she thought about her life. In the span of just two minutes everything had been ruined, forever. It just wasn't fair.
“Jenny?”, a familiar voice called out, accompanied by a rapping on the bathroom door. “I heard you scream, is everything alright?”
Jenny's head snapped up instantly, her eyes wide as she stared at the door. “Mom?!”, exclaimed the permanent cheerleader, “Like, please don't come in, I'm perfectly calm!”
But much to Jenny's new dismay, her mom discarded the rhyme and the door's lock clicked and opened. Jenny met her mother's eyes, fear behind her big blue eyes as her mother looked perfectly concerned. And after a few seconds, girding herself for shock and terror, her mother did... nothing.
“So, what's all this screaming all about then?”, her mother asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I, um...”, Jenny muttered, “Just remembered I'm out of chewing gum?”, Jenny offered after a few seconds, cringing at the lame excuse and at the rhyme it formed.
Her mother rolled her eyes, “Well, you're obviously ready. So you'd better get a move on, you better not miss the bus again.”
Jenny's eyes widened again, “The bus?! School?! But mom, that would just be too cruel!”, Jenny said, popping upright. She felt the hem of her skirt scrape across the toilet seat as she moved off of it, and as she moved her sneakered feet the cool tiles of the bathroom floor beneath it.
“What's gotten into you? You usually love school.”, her mother asked, concern returning and combining with curiosity as she leveled a look at her perky ditz of a daughter.
“Its just...”, Jenny began awkwardly, thinking of everything that had just happened. It all replayed in her mind, and it seemed there was only one response she could give... Jenny sighed, drooping her shoulders and letting her arms sag for a moment, “I'll go to school. I must.”
“Well good, get a move on.”, Her mother responded, smiling back at her daughter and her abrupt change in attitude. Jenny, feeling much like a prisoner on death row, slowly slid her feet forward, trying to ignore the feeling of their shape and composition. “Oh, and sweetie?”, Jenny paused as her mother spoke again. Turning towards her in the doorway, Jenny recoiled briefly as her mother leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Have a nice day, I love you.”
Jen bit her lower lip for a moment, uncertain how to deal with... all of this. Finally she responded, “T-thanks Mom, I love you too. Sorry about all of this early-morning hullabaloo.”
Her mother just giggled at that, and Jen turned away, moving quickly and trying to put everything out of mind. A hard action to take, considering the long twin-ponytails fluttering in the air behind her, her built-in skirt flicking against her thighs and hips, her bare midriff and giant bouncing boobs, and of course, her sneakers, the permanent shoes.