Shelby Pierce was sitting at her computer, locked in her room, trying to drown out her mother's voice. She was trying to clear her mind of the last ridiculous comment her mother made about her life choices.
"Why are you always in your room all day watching tv or on that stupid computer? Don't you have something better to do?" No matter how many times she asked this, Shelby always replied, "Mom, what are you talking about? You're not here most of the day so you have no idea what you're saying." Although this daily repertoire always stole ten minutes out of their lives, they always reached the same conclusion; Shelby was a lazy ingrate and her mother was a hard working angel.
Shelby knew that she was never able to have a real heart felt, let's-settle-our-differences, type of conversation with her mother, but there were times that she really needed to talk to someone and her mother was all she had. Sure, Shelby had friends, but she hardly spoke to them because of the long distance. Most of the friends she made were at boarding school in another state or at college a few towns over. She had been living on a campus since she was 14 and never found a reason to get her license until recently. She finally realized that she was 22 years old and the only way that she could get away from the angelic Mrs. Veronica Pierce would be to drive away.
Shelby had lost another game of FreeCell when she got a call from her friend Alissa.
"How's the job hunt going?"
"Not so great, I can't find what I'm looking for and it's driving me crazy."
"Shel, don't sweat it. You'll find something, I just know it."
"I know, but right now I just feel so discouraged and my mother isn't helping at all. She puts so much pressure on me and she makes me feel even worse. She doesn't think that writing is a very good thing for me."
"Well she want's what's best for you, she just doesn't know what it is."
"Exactly! All she thinks about is dollar signs and benefits. It's all well and good but I want to do something that I knowI love. I don't really care about money. I know I need it, but does it really have to be the number one criteria?"
"Of course it doesn't, but you won't have anything worth anything unless you have money."
Shelby knew that Alissa was right, but what else could she do that she wasn't already doing? She started to pace around her room, letting her mind roam. She stopped in front of a mirror and stared at herself. She had once heard that one could find the answer within oneself and that is what she thought she could do. Her eyes began to take in the entire image staring back at her, from the full lips to the rather troll-like button nose to the almost asian-inspired dark brown eyes to the short curly jet-black hair which made her wonder why she cut it so short in the first place. Then she remembered Josh. The man who broke her heart a couple of years ago and managed to smuggle his way back into her life as a good friend. She was so depressed and had decided that instead of killing herself, she would chop off all of her chemically treated, straightened hair(the thing he like most about her) and start all over. Now it was growing back and she decided that she loves it the way it is.
Shelby managed to come up with nothing. Some ideas came to her but her gut told her that they were the wrong way to go. She left her room and headed downstairs. She began to walk slowly through the house when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw her mother looking at her strangely. "What are you doing, Shelby?"
"Nothing, mom, just thinking. I think I'm gonna go for a walk."
She grabbed her jacket and keys and walked out of the door. She had no ides where she was going but she knew that anywhere was better than home at the moment.