The Boy's Story

The Unexpected Guest

Summer comes by again, and again, and again. David is now a teen, his mom is a Middle Aged Woman. David says "Mom! Why are you making fu**** bacon! You know. I HATE. Baacoon!" "oh my God sweetie. I am so sorry! I need to get my facts right." "Your dam right you do!" Responded David. "Well, hey batty" Batty is now a young adult in animal years. Batty responded with 2 wing flaps "Aren't you hungry?" David says. Batty responded by flying around the room, and coming back. "Okay buddy! I'll get you some food." David runs downstairs. David's mom says "Uh. Mind if you don't ru-" "No, no, no! You shut up! Give me what I want NOW!" "But what do you wan-" "No, no, no, I'm saying this politely. Just give me my food ma'am." "Ok" his mom says. David watched as his mom made the food. When the food was done. David snatched it out of her hand, and went upstairs. "Here you go my sweet batty!" Batty drank, and ate half of the food. David ate the rest. David's mom tired, while she says "Da- David," While catching her breath."Could you take out the tra-" David snacks his teeth 3 times in a disciplined way, "Uh, uh, uh, mom, sorry. But I can't do that." "But why, Aren't you 13..." She says. "Yeah- But... Uh- THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW! Just listen, I'm at an age where I can't do things for myself, right?" "Uh... Mhm?" She says. "And aren't I mean, cool, and classy since I'm a teen." Mom:"Uh- well I don't thin-" "JUST LISTEN! I don't need my own help, I need yours the most.." "......Ok......" His mom says. "So, therefore, YOU take out the trash." "But, that's not how it wor- *Sigh* Whatever..." David's mom goes outside, but it's VERY hot outside. David's mom yells: "Are you sure this is necessary?!" And no one responded. So she begins to put the trash in the dumpster, but her vision starts to get blurry. She's worrying, she thinks it's a heat stroke. As David's mom struggles to put the trash in the dumpster, she feels the scorching heat pressing down on her. Her vision starts to blur, and she calls out again, "David! It's too hot out here!" Still, no answer. She stumbles slightly but manages to toss the trash bag into the bin before heading back inside, her clothes sticking to her from the sweat.

When she gets back into the house, she leans against the kitchen counter, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. "David, seriously... you need to start doing some of these chores," she says as she wipes her brow.

David, sitting comfortably on his bed upstairs, looks at Batty, who is perched on the windowsill. "Batty, you think mom's exaggerating? I mean, it's just trash. It's not that hard, right?" Batty flaps its wings as if to agree.

David laughs, "Yeah, I thought so too. She's being dramatic."

A few moments later, his mom walks into his room, clearly exhausted. "David," she starts, her voice more serious now. "I don't mind helping you out, but you've got to learn some responsibility. I've been doing everything for you since you were little. You're thirteen now. It's time to start taking on some of the load. Life's not always about getting what you want when you want it."

David rolls his eyes but sees the fatigue on his mom's face. "I guess..." he mutters. "But it's hot outside, and I've got, like, important stuff to do."

His mom sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I know it's hot, sweetie, but it's not just about the heat. You're growing up, and with that comes responsibility. When I was your age, I had to do my chores, too. It wasn't fun, but I learned a lot from it."

David looks away, pretending to be distracted by something on his computer. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

"David," his mom says softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "I'm not trying to be hard on you. I just want you to understand that we're a team. We've got to work together."

David glances at her for a second before looking back at his screen. "Fine, I'll take out the trash next time," he says with a shrug, though a small part of him feels guilty for making her do it in the heat.

"Good," his mom says, standing up slowly. "Now, how about we eat something that's not bacon?" She smiles at him, trying to lighten the mood.

David snickers. "Yeah, no more bacon, please."

As his mom leaves the room, David feels a little more relaxed. He looks at Batty and says, "Well, guess I've got to step up, huh, Batty?" The bat flaps its wings again, as if to encourage him.

The rest of the day goes smoothly. David helps his mom with dinner, and even though he still feels a bit annoyed about the chores, he's starting to realize that growing up means more than just getting older-it's about helping out and taking responsibility.

The next morning, David wakes up early. His mom is still in bed, exhausted from the day before. David looks at the clock, then at the trash bin near his desk. "Alright, fine," he mutters to himself.

He quietly grabs the trash, sneaks downstairs, and takes it out to the dumpster. The sun is just starting to rise, and the air is cool and refreshing. He breathes in deeply, feeling a small sense of pride. Maybe this responsibility thing isn't so bad after all.

As he heads back inside, Batty swoops down from his room, landing on his shoulder. "Alright, Batty, let's keep this between us, okay? Don't tell mom I actually did something useful."

Batty flaps its wings softly in response, and David smiles. It's the start of a new day, and maybe, just maybe, he's starting to love, and live life better?