my fourth flower

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The next day, Ambrose thankfully woke up on time, this time he didn't shut off his alarm at 6. He got up and opened his window to let the cool summer breeze hit his face and spread across his room. He has always loved welcoming a new day like this, breathing in the fresh scent of cut grass right outside his window.

Sometimes, he saw his elderly neighbor Kimberly walking her dog, which she did every day. Depending on if he was up already, he'd see her at 6:05 passing his house. And so, on this Tuesday, Kimberly walked by, softly humming as she looked over to Am's window expecting him to stand there. And as she saw him, she smiled and waved and received the same kind gesture back from Ambrose.

Luckily, he had enough time to get ready for school that morning. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and checked his social media, his messages and also answered Cecilie, who reminded him that they still needed to talk about Friday. Lastly, he opened Spotify and put on his playlist with his favorite songs to start the day with the energy he'd need to survive school.

He lazily went to open the door to his bathroom and brushed his teeth while vibing to One Direction's 'Temporary Fix'. Before showering he sat on the toilet and his thoughts drifted to Jennifer's odd behavior the day before, her stuttering like that was pretty strange.

But since he had no idea why she even was stuttering, he shook his head and didn't waste another second on trying to figure it out.

As Ambrose was done with showering and putting on some clothes, it was 6:35. He went downstairs into the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

"Good morning, honey," Dorothy said as she stood in the door, "so you heard your alarm today, huh?"
Ambrose laughed, "Good morning, mom." He chose to ignore her comment and only shot her a smirk with a raised eyebrow.

"So, how was your first day of school? You didn't say anything yesterday since you ran up to your room immediately." Ambrose knew she kind of judged him for that but she wouldn't let it show. That's why he always had to be careful what he says or, well, not says to her. And also careful about what he says in situations like this.

"Uhm, yeah, it was cool."

"Cool? Really, Ambrose? I expected some drama as an explanation."

"Well, there was something..." he thought for a second too long about what to say to her. His eyes stared onto the cupboard in front of him.

"Yes? I'm listening," she urged him to go on.

Ambrose swallowed. "We uh, we have a new history teacher, you know? He's awful," Ambrose said rolling his eyes.

"Oh, well, if it's only that then-"

"No no, you don't understand. He's like really, really bad. He thinks he's the best teacher in the world and I absolutely cannot stand his voice. Like, you know that when you hear someone talk and you just want to say 'Oh just shut the fuck up!'?"

"Ohh, yeah that I know pretty well. Alright but then just try and not stand out, okay? I don't want him to come and talk to me because of you." She grinned and patted him on his back two times.

"Oh, so you only care for yourself, huh?" Ambrose said in a joking tone. Oh how he wished he didn't.

Dorothy's facial expression stilled for a second before she raised an eyebrow and blinked slowly, ready to beat the shit out of Ambrose. Only a fool couldn't have noticed that so luckily, Ambrose did notice her change of emotion.

Before Dorothy could even say something, she had her mouth open already, Ambrose spoke up. "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I promise!" His eyes became soft and his voice trembled slightly, he really couldn't bear starting a fight with his mom now.