Note from SweetPoyzin: I may have found my dear Ellie Jayne’s voice!
Even though I was able to ride out my mom’s guilt to get a new bedroom set, that guilt stopped at “Can I have a car?” Instead, I was gifted with this POS car. Mom felt that it would “build character” if I had to spend my own MONEY turning the car into a functioning vehicle. Instead it’s just made me broke and grumpy.
Dad’s gotten weird lately. It could be the fact that all his kids are growing up and he’s got a shit ton of grandkids now. He’s just a year away from old age and retirement. You’d think the man would be excited or something. Instead he just burns food and gets in the way.
We all try to be nice about it. It kinda sucks though because that means I have to eat burned omelettes for breakfast and burned spaghetti at dinner.
I’ve made some friends lately, though. Being in such a small town, making friends is tricky…especially when your brother and his wife end up being the scandal of the town. I mean…there’s like 30 people who live on this God forsaken island so it doesn’t take much to alienate people.
Also, my parents bought every business in town so…awkward.
Ok, so people can’t actually see my friend. His name is Oscar. I swear he’s NOT imaginary though.
Like…you can’t get your ass kicked by an imaginary friend. He ALWAYS beats me at pillow fighting so clearly he’s real.
Recently we were studying together and mom walked in. Ugh. She’s one of the main people who do not believe in Oscar.
“Look, Danielle.” You know it’s about to get real when she’s whips out Danielle. “You’re 16 now. If you run around talking about your imaginary friend like he’s real, you’re going to give your nieces and nephews the wrong idea.”
Let me jump in here and tell you about these nieces and nephews:
Bradly is 9 now. He doesn’t have an imaginary friend so I haven’t ruined his mind.
Little Christopher is too logical for an imaginary friend. I mean the kid is 3 and he is already smarter than I am so he’s not all corrupted.
Ivy is 8 and she’s a future doctor. She and her sisters have an imaginary friends as well and we chat about them all the time. But THEY brought their friends up first so not MY fault.
Lily is a sassy pants so she likes to talk about the IF around Mom just to make me look like I’ve corrupted her.
Clover is just like Owen. She’s super military minded, if that makes sense. She knows when to talk and what to talk about and leaves it at that. She’s my bestie among the nieces and nephews.
Daisy is a mama’s girl and is too young to really care about friends.
And Basil rounds out the family. He just likes to pick his nose at this point.
Anyway…back to the living room. Mom finished her rant/lecture about how I am destroying the fragile little mind of her grandkids. Then Dad walked in to make the day even more interesting.
“Ellie…maybe you should put some clothes on today?”
“Daddy, I am wearing clothes. Have you changed out of your pajamas recently?”
“Well, no. But I work from home managing the businesses so I don’t need clothes. I can see your back and arms and belly button and neck. So…clothes. NOW, young lady.”
Totally the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was time…
I was going to run away.
I grabbed mom’s newest horse. I don’t even know his name. I grew up on my mom’s ranch but oddly enough, I’m not a natural when it comes to riding.
Once we got it sorted out though, I was off. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. Also, we live on a fricking island. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get far.
Horse (I asked but she refused to tell me her name) and I took off for the coast. I asked her if there was a possibility that she might be able to fly or at least float but she ignored me again. She’s a silent one.
I pondered the idea of how to get across the vastness of the ocean but I couldn’t come up with a workable plan. So Horse and I just camped out for the day.
“Finley! Where’s Ellie Jayne? A storm is rolling in?”
“Dunno, dear. She ran out, grabbed a horse, and bolted. HEY! Come check out this castle! It’s the best I’ve built yet!”
“DAMN IT, FINLEY! She’s never ridden before! And if she took the chestnut mare she’s in trouble! She’s a nasty horse when she gets spooked! FINLEY! HELP ME! We’ve got to find Ellie before the storm hits land!”
“Be right there, Penny! If the storm is as bad as you say, I’m going to need to shore up the foundation and walls of Castle Beast!”
“FORGET IT! I’ll find her!”
“ELLIE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE JAYNE MCNAMARA! ANSWER ME!”
Shit. It’s mom. Act natural. So I whistled because that’s what people do when they “act natural” in the movies.
“Child. You are in so much trouble. You steal my horse. You run off. You don’t tell anyone where you are going. You are so very grounded. And since you clearly do not have enough to keep you busy and you apparently want to ride horses, you will be training with me every day for the rest of the summer.”
Great. Just great.