"Oh my God!" My mother broke the silence when she furiously screamed her lungs out as she stepped on a stray Cheerios that went crrrrunch.
My mom is an absolute neat freak. When she is around there is not a speck of dust anywhere. She makes sure that the floor is spotless with not ounce of dirt on it. The dishes are always sparkling, and smeared handprints over anything in the house sets her mind on fire. I won't be surprised if she comes upto me and asks me to clean the dust particles out of the knick knack cracks with a toothbrush.
"Mom ill clean the room up once I finish with the movie." I groaned ignoring her anger.
"Kamillah, you never clean up! You are careless, disorganized, muddled, messy and wait is that a stain on my sofa?" she shot back.
She could go on and on forever but at this point of my life, it does not even even matter to me. I'm very used to of these words. I hate the fact that she is a neat freak, it's very unnecessary. Her neatness always brings up a fight between us, and it's so meaningless. There are so many other things to worry about in life then a stain on the sofa! In my moms world nothing but Neat is the RIGHT way.
I rolled out of the sofa, to tidy up the mess I had made. It was not really a mess but for my mother it was one enormous mess. In the meantime my mother did not plan to spare me but instead muttered on and on.
- -
I was now seated on my dining table having dinner peacefully with my father, mother and my brother.
This is my family, a successful father, neat pit mom also known for her brilliant sense of fashion and a loving smart protective brother.
"Dylan how is your school going?" My father interrupted.
"Very good, infact I'm looking forward to all A's this year"
"And sports?"
"Auditions for the summer championship are coming up soon, and Im sure ill make it to the team"
"Excellent" my father replied with satisfaction.
Dylan smirked and gave my shoulder a nudge.
Dylan is the only sibling I have and is a year older then me. He is intelligent and plans on following my fathers footsteps. He wants to be a successful angio radiologist like him someday. He is excellent at everything whether its academics or sports. Dylan can be very irritating but the truth is I love him for all that he is.
"Kamillah, how is everything going for you?"
At this moment I did not want to look up at him and continue to enjoy my dinner. I really had no intention to explain him how I nearly failed my Maths exam after all the tuition fee he paid for me, or how I was kicked out of the accounting class for replying to the teacher, that I was too creative for her subject.
"All good dad" I smiled and responded.
"I'm sure none of it is good!" My mother interrupted in the conversation until my dad requested her to pass the salad.
"Did you start looking up for colleges?" He continued.
I can never understand the point of talking about studies colleges and etc while having dinner. Why can they not talk about general things in life? I have no idea what I want to be and I personally think it's absolutely normal.
"Yes I did" I lied
"Mhmm, so what kind of colleges did you go through?"
"I'm not sure what I want to be, so nothing specific"
"Kamillah you are 17, and you dont know what you want to be?" he continued "you will be off to college next year and your grades need to be upto the mark too!"
Usually when I remind them I'm 17, I'm too young for nearly everything.
"You must have planned something out! Future planning?" Mom joined in.
I have not planned out anything. I'm just not as organized as my family is. I personally think life is beautiful and we should enjoy our present rather then worry and outline the future. If I manage to keep myself happy in the present then I will surely be able to keep myself happy in the future. After all it's not the money that matters but the level of contentment.
I remained silent throughout the dinner hearing my parents theories and opinions on what I should opt for my career. After I was done with my dinner I walked off the table to the kitchen. I washed my dish and headed towards my room.
Few hours later I jumped on my bed and grabbed my phone. I called my best friend Ayla.
"Hello!" She squealed
"What's up?"
"Studying some economics shit"
"Hmm Very interesting"
"Pain." She defined "How about you?"
"Had one awful dinner"
"Hmmm..let me guess college!"
"Ofcourse" I laughed softly "lets go out" I recommended
"Millah it's nearly 12!"
"The world doesn't end at 12, the day just starts"
"Do you think my parents would allow me to go at this time? Besides will yours?"
"I never said we would ask them, sneak out babe."
"Your parents nearly found out last time. We can't take a risk again"
"Nearly found out" I repeated "we didn't get caught and even if we did, life wouldn't have ended."
"But.."
"There's a party at Richards place."
"No Millah, are you kidding me?"
"I'll see you there with an hour"
"What about our exam on Wednesday?" She anxiously replied
"Bye"
