It's not my fault

Chapter 3- watch that tone missy!

After the long day of school, I went into my room and just dropped my backpack on the ground.

My backpack was a birthday present for me, so it's all ugly. It's white and has red splotches here and there.

How ironic.

I sighed and fell on top of my bed. I started to rethink my day.

Why did Cameron come sit next to me? I know it was the only seat left, but why did he talk to me?

These questions ran through my mind so many times I started to get a headache. But then I started thinking...

What if Mr. Barley never came to stop them? Wait... Mr. Barley!

Because of my realization, I hopped off my bed and went over to my backpack to get my homework.

How could I forget about homework? All I was thinking about was...

Cameron.

Why was I thinking about him in such a weird way?

I sat at my chair and placed my homework on my desk. I grabbed a pencil from my pencil bucket (it was small) and started to do the homework.

After I was done with the homework, my hand throbbed because I was writing way too much. I'm sort of a nerd when it comes to homework.

I put my homework back into my folder and put the folder into my backpack. I zipped my backpack up. Then I walked I to the kitchen to grab snack.

I went to the cabinet and opened it up. I grabbed a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and popped the bag open. I started to stuff my face when my mother walked in.

"Hello Mom," I said, with my mouth full of chips, so it sounded more like "Heffo Mo."

"Honey, don't eat with food in your mouth!" Mom warned.

"Sorry mom," I said, swallowing.

She nodded. Then there was a long silence.

"Well, I'm going to go back to to my room now," I told her. I crushed up my empty bag of chips, and threw it in the trash can. Then I went to my room. I jumped back onto my bed. After 10 minutes of laying there in awkward silence, with thoughts swirling around in my head, I fell into a light sleep.
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"Pam!" My mother shook me, to wake me up," dinner is ready!"

"Ok, stop shaking," I said groggily.

"Is that how you talk to your mother?!" She asked with a slight tone.

"I suppose so..."I remarked.

"Watch that tone missy!" She warned.

"That's ironic since you never work on yours," I said, wanting to take it back right as it came out of my mouth.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" She asked, clenching her teeth.

"Uh, that I can't wait to eat the delicious dinner that you have prepared for us for tonight!" I said.

Her eyes made slits, as she peeled my sheets off of my sweating body.

"Get up," she demanded.