For the past two weeks.
I'd been trying to convince my mum, about mingling with people a bit more; attending camp meetings---for teenagers, seminars. for exposure and connections. But it seemed like, the more I gave her reasons why I wanted to go out, the more cranky and incomprehensible she was.
I was frustrated.
Did I make a mistake in the way I presented my proposal to her? Did I not say it right? Why does she like saying everytime? I asked myself these questions, as I let my thoughts drive around in circles in my mind.
Just then, my phone rang.
I knew who it was; Aunt Liz, my mum's niece.
In the first moment, I didn't want to pick.
"What could she possibly want this time o," I muttered.
It was after three rings.
I finally picked.
I kept silent for a moment.
"Hello dear," she declared.
No doubt, her voice was rich and deep, and somehow it reminded me of smooth, dark chocolate. That was the only thing I loved about her, nothing else.
"How's school?" She added.
"It's going on well," I nodded my thanks.
"So," she declared, "how are things going?"
"Which things?" I asked cautiously.
"How are things going on the home front, for instance?"
"Is this a setup ma?" I asked. "Did my mom tell you to come to talk to me?"
"I think 'setup' is a little too harsh." Aunt Liz declared. "But, okay---she did mention you'd hit some rough spots."
"You can call them that," I muttered.
"Frightful," she declared.
"What else did she tell you?"
"What would you tell me, if you were her?"
It was a trick question. What was she getting at? "Well," I declared, " I'd probably say I'm worried and scared."
"She did," Aunt Liz agreed. "And I guess that drives you bonkers."
"She's overprotective, she doesn't let me breathe a second!" I demanded.
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Her Freedom
Short StorySusan is a sixteen-year-old teenager, who wants to experience life on her own. she further tells her mother about it, but she got a no for an answer. She's therefore frustrated. Will, she ever get the freedom she wants? Find out, as you patiently re...
