Superstar Mother

Superstar Mother

Once upon a time there was a girl who had a very strange gift. She could spell and do math and read and tell you how electricity worked. She was sixteen and she had always loved stories. She especially loved the story of a girl named Textina. She would tell herself this story over and over again. She loved the story of the boy appearing out of nowhere and trying to make friends with him and then make him go back to his time, 1868.

Textina was her hero since she was a baby. The girl was named after her hero. Textina was such a brave girl, thought the later Textina. I should not be named her name. And so she renamed herself Carey. She loved the sound of the world so she just stayed outside.

She had lived with her superstar of a mother as she was forced to call her. She was actually her Aunt Charlie. She disagreed with everything.

“School is a place they drain your brain. Home is the place you work. I am not your Aunt Charlie. I am your superstar of a mother.”

It was true she was beautiful and a movie star. She had shiny blond hair with her face overdone with makeup. She had just a tint too much makeup at home. But in her movies Aunt Charlie looked just right.

Carey was a trickster. She loved to play pranks, especially on her aunt. She would put a small whoopee cushion when her aunt was performing her practice lines, as she called them. Right when her aunt was saying, “Well I think this works perfectly,” there was a loud ppplpppppppppppppppppp! She would jump ten feet then finish her lines.

Aunt Charlie was not very humorous. She was a Do I Look Like I Really Care? kind of person. One day she was sorting through fan mail when she saw an envelope addressed from a major company in Hollywood called the Cat-headed Pig. They made the biggest money happen according to Aunt Charlie. (That’s how Aunt Charlie talked.) They offered the lead role in their new blockbuster “Why You Should Shut Your Mouth.” Charlie flew to Hollywood immediately, leaving Carey at home.

“Textina, I’m leaving for six months,” she said on her way out the door. “There’s some cat food in the fridge if you get hungry. Don’t call me. I’m going to be in the middle with some very important stuff and I’m not going to be embarrassed by your childish acts.”

Carey went into the cupboard and pulled out fifty bucks. I will pay Aunt Charlie back over time, thought Carey.

She knew the fifty dollars wouldn’t last long, and realized she’d need a job. She remembered seeing a “help wanted” sign at the local drugstore, the oddly named “Curse Emit.”

She started to walk towards the drug store, which was four miles away. But then she noticed her aunt’s white golf cart, gleaming in the sun. She ran over to it and started it up. She pulled it out onto the deserted road in front of her house.

“Fifty miles per hour,” she thought. “Pretty good.”

She got out of her golf cart at the Curse Emit.

“HIRED!” they screamed at her.

She went in to the store every day at 5:00 in the morning to 9:00 at night. She got 6,000 dollars per month. They weren’t too good with money at the Curse Emit.

After five months she bought her own house. It was very cheap. It was one hundred dollars, plus tax. She fixed it up a little every month.

One day she snuck over to her aunt’s house and looked through the window. Her aunt wasn’t home. She opened the window and set a one hundred dollar bill on the counter.

“Interest,” she thought. “Interest.”

Then she ran back to her rundown, old car and drove home.

She eventually had a really cool house and also kept her job. A few months later, she took over the Curse Emit and renamed it.

She thought Superstar Mother was a fine name for a drugstore.