Back In The Past

Golden Apples Are Yucky

The wind blows softly, making the leaves of the trees fall gently to the ground, all while i'm walking back home from school, with my backpack over my right shoulder, the only sound coming from me are my footsteps.

I sigh to myself after a moment, closing my eyes and keeping my head low, thinking of what happened today. Our professor just had to give us the tests of last week, and obviously, another F, just what i needed to make my parents angry again.

The gentle, blowing wind and the silence around me help me to calm down a little, but the reminder of more arguments is still there, in the back of my mind.

Suddenly, i sense my phone vibrating in my pocket, making me stop for a moment and put my hand inside the latter, taking out my phone. The screen lights up, and a message appears, coming from John.

Hey man, want to hang out for a moment?

Guess i can clear my mind with this, so i better take this offer while i still can.

Sure. When?

I wait a moment for an answer, and it comes immediately in a minute.

How does it sound at two hours from now?

Perfect. See you there.

With that, i put my phone back in my pocket and started walking home again. At least i won't be home for too long, i can survive for two hours at home with my mom, no?

The time passes so fast that by a blink, i'm already in front of the door, making me gulp in silence.

Slowly, i open the door, the sound of the creaking making me anything but calm down, and by fully opening the door, in front of me i see my mother looking at me, with her arms crossed and a glare on her face, her phone in her left hand.

I stay silent for a moment, with the two of us looking at each other, like a contest of staring, but her voice breaks this uncomfortable silence.

"The principal called." She starts, making me frown. That damn old man always has to put his nose in affairs he doesn't need to.

"He told me you got another F and that you're close to expulsion." She finishes, the intensity of her glare multiplying in a second, making me flinch a little. But without thinking, my mouth moves on its own.

"So?" I ask, and internally, i grimace at myself. Me and my big mouth. At my question, her glare instantly becomes more pronounced.

"So?" She repeats, almost shocked and angered by my question. "Are you seriously asking it?"

At those words, my gaze lands on the ground, my head low, almost like ashamed of asking it. Scratch the almost. She sighs, shaking her head.

"Do you even think with that head of yours sometimes?" She starts. "You're risking expulsion! Do you even know what it means? One year of your life, just going to the dump!"

She yells, glaring at me, while i continue to look down, head low. At my position, she grits her teeth in a fit of rage.

"Look at me when i'm talking to you!" She yells again, making me flinch at the tone, but i do as she said, moving my up to meet her eyes with mine.