Something blue, something real

Chapter 1

Tommy

"... how the pancreas regulates blood sugar levels"

I raise my hand. "Yes, Tommy, you have a question?"

"May I be excused?"

he shakes his head no and continues with the lesson.

"Sir." I say much louder than originally intended, while standing up simultaneously.

"Yes, Miss. Scott." The annoyance in his voice is clear.

"I would like to be excused." I say challengingly.

"And I said no. You can hold it until after class. Now sit down."

if looks could kill

"I highly doubt that I can hold the blood streaming from my vagina back, sir." I say. His eyes widened in shock.

"If it were any other man their ignorance would be excused, but you sir. I am very disappointed in you." I say shaking my head sarcastically, "I mean you are a biology teacher after all"

Seconds later he finally says, "You are excused, Miss Scott."

"You are too kind" I say while bobbing a curtsy to him.

The moment I set my foot through the front door I hear my mother's stern voice.

"Tomika Andrea Scott!"

she's pissed

I attempt make a 180 but it's too late.

"Don't you dare take another step."

I slowly turn around to face her.

"Beloved Mother, how I've missed you."

"don't try to soften me up young lady, why did i receive another call from your school telling me you made a scene in your biology class today", my mother proceeds to put a hand on her hip. "It was your first day back and you cause a scene."

"Always with the dramatics..." I say rolling my eyes. "all I did was ask to be excused so I can put in a tampon."

My mother turns her head slightly sideways in a way that lets me know she's not buying it.

"AH! cramp" I scream. I can see her trying to hide her smile, she knows I'm faking.

"Stop causing trouble with your teachers.", she says

"Me? Trouble? Never.", I reply sarcastically with my hand over my heart.

She gives me one last stern look before walking away. My mother and I are not exactly the best of friends. She wants me to be timid and kind and naturally submissive to men. Cook and clean for them and keep my opinion to myself, but I'm none of that,

I am loud and confident and honest, I like being in control and independent and I refuse to believe that my only purpose in life is to be a man's sex slave. I am absolutely terrible in the kitchen and I am not going to clean up after a man who refuses to clean up after himself. I am not his mother. I love voicing my opinions and I hate losing, especially in a debate. Shutting people up with cold hard facts is what I live for.

My mother is also one of those women who will tell you "You'll change your mind" or "you have to" when you tell her you don't want to be a wife and a mother you want to be the cool rich aunt that travels the world, only comes home once a year to spoil the living shit out of her nieces and nephews before going back to her castle in Italy.

Truth be told I may some day change my mind but her pressuring me to get wife training by cleaning up after- and cooking for my brothers is just another way she goes about refusing to respect the decisions I make in life. I can already hear her telling me "it's not that deep" or "I am your mother, I know what's best for you" and I get it, it's not that deep but it is to me and I highly doubt submitting to a man and living my life to please him will make me happy or that it's what's best for me.

I will happily submit in bed though.

But only if he knows what he's doing.

With that I grab an apple and run to my room where I will be procrastinating for the next three hours.