I sat quietly on the couch in the living room of my house, browsing through my phone. Then I heard the front door close, followed by footsteps.
"You're back?" It was my mom.
Earlier when dad and I arrived at home, mom wasn't home then.
"No, it's my my spirit." I replied, without looking up from the screen of my phone.
She just heaved a sigh. "I had quite a bit of a problem at the supermarket. So I have a serious headache now. So I'm just gonna ignore that." She said going into the kitchen.
Seconds later she came back, then took a sit on the other couch.
"I want to talk to you." she said.
"Okay." I replied.
"Put down your phone." She commanded me.
I groaned. "Fine." I switched the screen of my phone off, dropped it beside me.
"I'm not going to say much today..." She trailed off, as if hesistating about something. "Or any other day." She said, completing her sentence.
"Thank you!" I said as if a weight has suddenly been lifted off my shoulder. "At least the nag will reduce... or if I'm lucky it'd stop." I muttered under my breath.
Mom heaved a sigh. Did she hear me?
"You are-" She was saying when I interrupted her.
"Shut up and let me finish." She snapped at me.
"Finish what?" I asked chuckling. The frown on her face was priceless.
"Okay, okay!" I said raising my hands in surrender.
She heaved another sigh, using her fingers to massage her forehead. "You would be going to Heather's." She said.
"When, during Christmas holiday or next year?" I asked.
"No. When I said you'd be going to Heather's, I meant that you would be staying with her until I feel like it." She said.
"Wait, what!" I shouted. "Why? For how long?" I asked, springing up to my feet in a millisecond.
"I don't know." She replied, rubbing her temples. "Like I said, it will be until I feel satisfied."
"Why would I be going to Grandma's? I never said I wanted to go there. Is this some kind of therapy stuff you think will make me obey you more? If it is it's not gonna work." I ranted.
Okay let's pause the story for some seconds. Most of you would be wondering who Heather is? As some of you would have noticed Heather is my grandmom. Mom calls her by her name and not mom for some reason. That reason, I do not know. I would have asked, if I cared.
Now back to the story. Mom stood sat on the couch looking so frustrated.
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO. THERE." I said, laying emphasis on every word.
"You don't have a choice. I need you to spend some time away from your friends, Los Angeles and if possible the whole of America in general." She said.
"What, I didn't ask to go to space." I said.
"What? I never said... You know what you are going over to Heather's and that's final." Mom deadpanned.
"I can't believe you." I said before walking out on her and banging the door behind me.
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I popped the bubbles of my gum as I walked down the street. Ever since I was little, I formed a habit of taking walks in the neighborhood or nearby parks whenever I am angry. And now, that is what I am. Angry. In fact, I was filled with rage.
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Supererogatory years
Teen FictionJade smith was like every other girl. She was always peppy, but things changed after she lost someone very precious to her, her best friend. Let's see how her life turned out to be after meeting new people. Would she be fixed... Oh-no can't tell you...
