My Dream? Getting Out of Here...

[FlockOfHens]

(((REMI DAYMOND - PREGAME START)))

She needed the peace right now...

Remi was in her bedroom, currently watercoloring a pre-drawn sketch she had made. It was the visage of a small girl crying, surrounded by her tears as they floated around her, now being colored in different tones of blue. On her desk, she had her art supplies organized and ready at her disposal, including a crap-ton of gel pens and markers gifted by her Aunt Elodie, a ball of moldable eraser, rolls of washi tape, and a few brush-tip pens. Her phone was also on the desk, connected to her headphones, playing Chillhop's Summer 2024 playlist. She would've opted for some pop song, but it never fit right with her.

She wanted to do something else that could've filled up her spare time. However, she already did most of her homework, gotten a group assignment down, completed her daily steps, and done most of her chores. Remi wanted to hang out with some of her friends, or whoever was left in her circle, but they were mostly busy handling their problems right now. So, she was left with nothing else to do but pursue what she loved.

It was a rarity to her, having a small gap in her schedule, filled to the brim with schoolwork and her parent's bullshit. But whenever there was, she was at peace. And what better way to spend it than to draw? It had been a long time since Remi had gotten in touch with her craft, but she still nailed her artworks every time. She could draw out what truly hid behind her controlling personality, scenes that can make you cry. It wasn't much like Picaso or Van Gogh, but it told a story with simple shapes and lines. She kept up with the rhythm of her songs and colored in every outline in their place.

Right until someone interrupted her...

"Remi?? Sweetie Bird?"

She looked over to see her mother, Miriam, a woman past her thirties, wearing a flower-print blouse with blue jeans and a bob cut. She was kind and innocent, but even with her smile, Remi couldn't help but hate her. Miriam was always taking her father's side on her future. Even with the slightest problem, her mother never knew what to do. In other words, she was an idiot, the one type of person Remi couldn't stand. She took off her headphones and answered her mother in the "kindest" way possible.

"What?"

Miriam looked over to the sketchbook as her daughter rudely spoke. "Oh, you're doing your little doodles again... Shouldn't you be-"
"I've already finished my homework." Remi coldly cut her off mid-sentence. Miriam brushed off the response with a simple "okay" but soon fell into a short silence. It wasn't long until she spoke again. "Sweetie Bird, could we talk?"

"Sure..." Remi replied. Although she already knew what was gonna come out of her mother's mouth, having had a similar conversation many days ago. She's gonna start talking about "following dad's advice" and trying to connect her with some medical yuppie. It was the same thing that kept repeating, and she'd grown tired of it.

"Do you remember Ms. Patton? The neurologist at your father's workplace?"
Yep, totally.
"Your father approached her the other day and discussed your current situation..."
Sure he did.
"She mentioned the hospital was looking for potential volunteers for one of their internship programs..."
Nope.
"And they thought some of it would interest you..."
No, it doesn't.
"They have a few courses for potential paramedics and psychiatrists..."
Not gonna do it.
"Maybe you can apply for a few of them? Your father would want you to..."

Remi narrowed her brows at her mother, frustrated. "Okay? I already know what I want to do when I graduate. I don't get why you even need to look more into something I don't want to do." She was sure that was enough to a least give Miriam an understanding of her woes, but it still wasn't enough to budge. "Remi, you've been saying that for weeks now, and you still haven't made any effort to achieve anything. You haven't even found internships yet..."

"Coming from the same person who wrote a resume behind my back and gave it to a fucking vetinarian..." Remi muttered under her breath. Thankfully, the remark was left unheard by her mother, who continued to speak. "I hate to say it, but you have to get out there and find something that can you in the real world. You need that work experience after you graduate."

Goddammit, how long is she going to do this for? If she continued to talk, she's gonna rip her ears off. Remi interrupted her mother again, her anger now present in her voice. "Lay off already! I already have everything planned out, so give me at least some trust in what I'm doing!"

"...can you at least look into the internships?"
"Just get out." Remi got up and marched her way to the bedroom door as her mother continued to plea. "Your father and I are just worried about-"

SLAM

There was a long pause after the door shut in front of Miriam's face, but Remi soon heard her mother walk away. "Dumb bitch..." Remi walked back to her desk and put her headphones back on. She stared at the crying young girl as she painted, knowing the pain she's gone through and her pleas going unheard...

...

She took off the headphones after a while. Lo-Fi wasn't going to help her in this state...

((Remi Daymond continued somewhere else...))