The Fruitless Quest

Who Cares For Sleep? Drive! Drive! Drive!

My mother was extremley hairy.

Okay, that sounded...very bad. And with the way my life was going, it didn't help my image.

But it was the truth! And trust me, the truth rarely comes out of me.

Of course, my mother being hairy didn't help my image either. nor did the two pimples on her forehead.

Maybe this was disgusting to be talking about, but it needs to be said!

Do you know what else needs to be said? The overwhelming aching of my bones.

I groaned as I hopped off the bus. My thick backpack dragged me down to earth and made my feet sweep.

It had been...1 2 3 4....5 hours of labour...learning, I guess....and it was supposed to be 8 but I may have skipped a few.

A shove made me almost trip onto the ground, my ankle buckling and my other foot working overtime to keep me standing.

"Bad balance? I thought you had the balance of a Deer! Ya know, given to you by your mother," Angel snickered behind me.

Angel Fernando. He was a popular kid in our school. Ya know the whole shtick, skipping classes, wandering the halls, doing questionable things in the bathrooms...

He was also the fattest, in my humble opinion.

"My mother is not a Deer," I grumble.

"Really now? With how hairy she is, she might as well be. And those monster zits she has? Easily the horns for sure!" He laughed.

In the driver's seat, Mrs Russo grumbled and turned around. 'Sit down in yer seats!!!!"

With a snicker, Angel sat down. He pulled down the window and stuck his head out the window, shouting at me as the bus pulled away. "Freeze up little deer boy!" He snickered, a few of his friends snapping pictures of me.

I stared off as the bus turned around the corner, disappearing into the distance. My hands fidgeted around the key in my pocket.

We'll see how he likes not getting into his own house.

I huffed and stood up, strutting over to the sewer drain and dropping it into the hole.

I could already hear my mother complaining to me. Saying how animals hiding down there could choke on the key or some stupid stuff like that.

My fingers fidgeted around my backpack strap as I walked down the sidewalk. This was probably the most productive part of my day. Stealing Angel's things and throwing them down the drain.

He deserved it anyway. No guy that evil should be able to have the name Angel.

I wonder if his parents would still name him Angel if he knew how much of a bastard he was.

...With how horrible his parents were, probably.

Looking left, then right, I made my way across the street and towards my house.

There weren't a ton of people who lived around. It was a small rural town in Pennsylvania. Despite that, some people like to drive their cars extremely fast. And I would rather not die due to an incompetent adult who didn't truly earn their license.

I fished the keys out of my pocket and turned the key into the doorknob. There were so many flowers planted in front, I was worried about the bees.

Before I could even turn the knob, the door swung inward, snatching the key away from me,

"Hey!" I startled.

In front of me, my mother stood. Disgruntled and Chaotic in all her glory.

Her hair was sticking up. Her arms were, as I said before, extremely hairy. Two pimples stood out on her forehead. One on her left side and one on the right. The yellow goop protruding from the irritated skin looked like horns.