"Hi! I'm Sameer Morgan and I'm a 17 year old high school student. I'm a bit of a klutz... and some people might say I'm a hopeless romantic--or whatever. One day, this talking (yeah girl, they be talking in whole English) cat named Luna told me to s...
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Sameer groans as his alarm sounds off in his ear, if he could just hit snooze one more time and sleep for five more minutes everything would be absolutely fine and he could go to school refreshed and ready to take on the day.
"Sameer Morgan! You best not make me come up there!" His mother shouts from the bottom of the stairs. With a long, dramatic sigh, he casually grabs his phone to check the time and make sure he is as early as his dream led him to believe. When he views the time, his heart immediately starts racing.
"Shit!" And then there's limbs everywhere, pillows and blankets flying into the air as he flails to get out of the bed. "I'm gonna miss the bus." He mutters to himself, trying to pry his brain from the disorienting confusion of just waking up. He feels something watching him from the window, surely it's a bird, but when he turns to look, it's a black cat staring him down. Immediately his heart drops into his feet and he fights the urge to curse louder out of shock. He's lucky that his mom didn't hear him swear the first time. Sameer hastily throws one of his balled up socks at the window and scares the cat away. "Damn, bitch. How did you even get up here anyway?" He dashes into the bathroom to get ready.
Normally, being a senior in high school means that the fucks to be given are long gone. If Sameer had the choice, he would absolutely be one of those fuck-less people if his abysmal grades—and thus graduation—didn't depend on these last few months of the semester.
Tugging his collared polo over his head and quickly searching for leave-in conditioner immediately after, Sameer rubs the solution between his hands and then runs his fingers through his mess of tight curls until the white disappears. He goes over it a couple of times with water too before shaking his head back and forth. He grins at himself in the mirror, runs back to his room to grab his bookbag, and bolts down the steps. As soon as he lands, he turns on his heel and flies right back up the stairs when he realizes that he left his phone on the nightstand.
Once he gets back downstairs a second time, he goes right for his shoes, halfway slipping them on quickly before yanking open the front door. It drags against the stupid area rug his mom insists on purchasing and replacing every two years despite the fact that they have very nice tile floors that would have the door swinging open with no extra needed energy.
"Boy don't you dare think about leaving my house without sayin' nothing."
Sameer rolls his eyes as quietly as possible. "Bye, mom!"
"Come here." She says sternly from the kitchen, the slow clink of a metal spoon against her coffee cup as she stirs.
"Mom, I'm about to be late!" The silence lets him know what doesn't need to be vocalized. It's a bigger threat than her actually telling him to come into the kitchen a second time. Sameer quickly kicks off his shoes and rushes from the foyer to the kitchen. That's when he realizes he forgot his lunch. "Oh." He says out loud, in an apologetic tone that surely lets her know that he made a face on his way into the kitchen.
"Yeah, now come say 'bye' to me right." Sameer grabs his lunch bag on his way to his mom, wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the cheek. "Bye, mom. I love you!" He says, and then is quickly running towards the door, her 'Mhmm, I love you too' is the last thing he hears after he pulls the door shut.
