Chapter Seventeen

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'Beep Beep'

Waking up to my 6 a.m. alarm clock that I had to set up for I can get ready to go to hell I mean school. Last night dinner was just shit so I called it a night. Finding out mom got me into school and John throwing low blow shots at me. I was going to lose my shit if I stayed one more minute so I called it a night.

Getting out of the bed stretching then dropping to the floor to do daily warm ups. After finishing doing hundred push ups and sit ups, I head to the bathroom. I start doing my face routine that I got use to doing since Al came to visit me two years ago and flipped out on how I was washing my face. I didn't think it was a big ol deal washing my face with just water but she almost had a heart attack so I did it to keep her nerves down.

Finishing up in the bathroom I go to my closet to find something to wear. What should I wear for the first day? A tie? No that would be really douchie, it's not like it a job interview. I go to my phone to check the time and see I got some time so I don't have to rush.

After finding something to wear I decided to go with a simple black sweater and jeans with a Jean jacket.

Being satisfied with my choice of outfit I grab my stuff to head out. Last night during all the bad news I was receiving, mom mentioned to me That she already got me a backpack and school supplies. She also mentioned that she wanted to take me to the mall after school to shop for clothes. I think she wants to bond with me, she sounded pretty excited so I'm going to go with her plans. I don't want to hold a grudge against her anymore because if I do that I won't grow and our relationship won't grow. Kurt told me I needed to love my mom and protect her. So for me to do that I need to forgive her.

I want to give her, her flowers.

Shaking those thoughts out for now, I head out the room. Going to Al's room to see if she need a ride. Knocking on the door "Hey Al, do you need a ride" I raise my voice just a bit. Waiting a few seconds she opens the door. I jump from seeing her "holy shit" I have my hand on my chest. " why do you have guacamole on your face". "Funny" she says with a straight face. "It's a face mask dummy. And yes I would like a ride". "Sooo I'm guessing you would be ready in ten minutes?" I asked her, she had her robe on still so it wouldn't take her that long. She chuckles "yeah okay" and closes the door.

"Don't hold your breath sis" Tim walks past me to head to the bathroom. "Wait wait... how long does it take her to get ready?" I'm confused how long does it usually takes to get dress. "Just get comfortable... just get comfortable" he laughs when he goes in the bathroom. I bang on the Al's door "Hurry up".

I walking downstairs to the kitchen I see mom at the stove. "Mornin" I announce myself hoping not to scare her. She turns to look at me and she when notice it's me she smiles "Good Morning Honey. You hungry?" I nod at her question "Take a sit and I'll get your plate made" she goes back to cooking.

She gives me the plate when she's done cooking. I take a bite of the French toast she just made, my eyes literally roll back. "You like it" she asks me. Nodding "No I don't" her smiles drops and looks like she's about cry "I don't like it, I love it"her smiles comes back and it's bigger then before. She wipes the tear that escape "Good I what you to have a good meal for your first day of school" "No you just want me to chunky again" that makes her let out loud laugh. "What can I say I miss my chunky monkey" she touches my cheek.

Forty-Five minutes later, Tim comes down, follow by Al. "What took you so long, Al?" I questioned her. I already had two plates, and she still wasn't ready. "You can't rush perfection" she takes a bite of a banana. I ignore that comment then look at Tim "you need a ride kid" he was devouring his food "No it's okay Jo, carpool". Hearing a honk from outside "There they go" he gets up kisses mom's cheek "See ya Mommy" uh Momma's boy. "See you later guys" he says before leaving.

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