Teenage Desires
Hi, I'm Deborah Williams. My friends call me
Debbie. I'm fourteen and my birthday's coming up in
a bit. You're probably wondering what this story's all
about. I'll tell you.
Growing up as a child, I've always wanted just two
things. Ice-cream and Love – lol – but when I turned
thirteen, I've wanted more: latest fashion items, latest
phones, latest hairstyles, basically I want everything
a teenager could possibly want and believe me, when
I say being a teenager is not easy at all, especially
when you have a mum that hates everything you do.
You should know. You're a teenager or probably
have been and If you're not a teenager and haven't
been one, you shouldn't even be reading this – okay,
sorry, I swerved away from the main point I was
about to make.
Being a teenager isn't easy (okay, I've said that), I
want everything a teenager could possibly want
(Oops, I've said that too and there goes the point I
was about to make). Anyways, follow me on my
journey being an annoying teenager. You'll also meet
Jane, my crazy bestie. She may be older, but she's
smarter and way fun. Let's just say, she's a rebel. So,
join us…
Debbie yawned as she trudged down the stairs in her
rumpled pajamas, scattered hair and weary eyes. It
was a school day, but she just didn't feel like going.
Suddenly, she stopped halfway on the steps when she
saw Jane, cross bag over her delicate bosoms,
chewing cereals away at the dining table, chatting
with Riley, Debbie's mum. Not too late to turn away
right? Debbie slowly walked backwards, reversing
her steps, but then Jane turned to the stairs and let a
huge smile engulf her face. Busted.
"Debbs, how are ya? You look terrible and it's
seven fifteen. Why were you walking backwards?
Were you trying to hide from me?" Jane said all at
once without stopping for a second to catch her
breath. Jane was three years older than Debbie. Her
face was round which complimented dark green eyes.
She had straight, long dark hair, her nose was pointed
and well formed, her cheekbone was delicate and her
lips as though a sculptor had molded them. She had a
tempting physique and an average height.
"Yes. Yes I was." Debbie gave up as she
hurtled down the stairs to the dining table. "I'm not
going to school today." She said matter-of-factly as
she sat on one of the chairs.
"And why so, young lady?" Riley asked,
dressing up her three-year-old, zipping up his
trousers.
"I'll tell you why Riley." Jane started, she
swallowed her cereal. "Today is the day boys ask
girls out to the prom coming up next week." She
stated.
"Don't you wanna go to prom Debbie? It'll be
your first." Riley had a huge smile on her face. The
playful little boy tried to run off, but Riley caught him
and held him in place and began rearranging his
collar. Ben was never one for staying put.
"No, I don't want to." Debbie groaned. "I don't
think it's necessary to have a date to prom or even go
to prom. I'd rather watch Netflix 'N Chill at home
that night. Besides, I think boys are icky."
Jane gasped, palm to her chest, eyes widened. Debbie
knew she had just said something really wrong and
was going to get a "Janetittude" as she often called it.
"Boys are not icky, okay? Haven't you seen
how Mark has been to me? He is the best. Boys are
sweet, loving, and romantic, they break your heart
once in a while, then you have to get back up and
move on…" She trailed off when she realized she was
giving the wrong motivation. "What I meant to say
was, you may…I mean, will meet the right guy. You
just have to take baby steps. Okay? Rome wasn't built
in a day. That's how I met Mark. A few failed
relationships, led me to him. But in your case, you
might just meet the right guy."
"It's just prom. Even if I wanted to go, I'm not
dating anybody." Debbie stood up and walked back
towards the stairs.
"Some relationships last, you know. But, I
don't want you doing any of that. You're still too
young." Riley spoke.
"Yea, right, mum." Debbie rolled her eyes.
"Keep rolling your eyes Deb, maybe you'll find
a brain back there." Riley got up from where she was
sitting holding Ben's hand.
"Mum!" Debbie was annoyed.
"Ohh, burn." Jane shoved cereals in her mouth,
laughing.
"I'm off to school with this little mischief."
Riley said. "Say goodbye to your sisters." She told
him and he waved, giving a cute little smile. Riley
took Jane as her own child, since Jane's mum had
been her childhood friend up till this point.
"Bye-Bye" Jane mimicked a baby's voice and
watched Riley walk out the door with Debbie's little
brother. As soon as the door slammed shut, Jane
rushed towards Debbie and Debbie rushed up the
stairs.
"Debbie! Get back here!" Jane yelled, chasing
her up the stairs. She was going to get Debbie to
school whether she liked it or not. Debbie got to her
room and was about to shut the door but Jane held it
and pushed it open.
"I'm not going to school." She protested,
running towards the other side of the room.
"Yes you are." Jane told her
"No, I'm not" She threw her a pillow.
"Yes you are" Jane caught the pillow and threw
it back.
"No, I'm not."
"Fine, if you don't come to school today, I'll
dump Cassie on you." Jane smiled impishly. Debbie
gasped.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would. I'd tell the baby sitter to go
home for the day and leave Cassie with you." Jane
smiled mischievously. "You know I'd do it."
Cassie was Jane's baby sister. No more than nine
months old. She was like a crazier version of Jane.
She was "A monster baby" Jane's mum, Evie was
almost always at work so, she left Cassie with a maid
she hired and it seemed like Cassie loved the maid.
But with anyone else, Cassie was the worst. Burping,
crying, barfing, more crying, pooping, more barf,
more crying. No one could stand Cassie, not even
Jane. With that thought in mind, Debbie dashed out
of the room, into the shower, she knew Jane would do
it. Jane tittered.
"Yea, you better run."