My Mother's Boss (BoyxBoy) [Polyamory]

Chapter One

7-31-15

Revised 12-17-15

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{Chapter One}

Senior year.

So many events happen in a mere year—not even a whole year. So many teens await this day that they are finally seniors in high school.

Be it the popularity—and therefore seniority—that other teens dream for, or possibly the promise of a huge prom they finally get to attend; perhaps the fact that it brings them one step closer to leaving school. Whatever the reason may be, senior year is also hectic; what with the students hysterically trying to find out what they want to do with their lives whilst also trying to get good grades in order to graduate.

That year of high school is supposed to be the best, if not full of stress. The seniors get to attend the prom, they pull the senior pranks, of course they all party for some unkown reason, and then they finally graduate. Leaving behind all those friends, and being released into the world as adults after attending school for nearly their entire lives from age six to eighteen.

Though my experience was completely different, abnormal. My experience of senior year changed drastically one fateful Wednesday morning during my fifth period class. That small, seemingly insignificant hour of class would prove to change my entire life.

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I doodle in boredom on my notebook, wishing my best friend Lydia was in this class so I can pass notes behind the teacher's back. I sigh lightly, zoning back in to listen to my droning teacher—Ms. Stine.

"This month is Parent Appreciation month, now everyone knows what that means. Each one of you will shadow one of your parents for the month, it doesn't matter which parent you shadow but I urge you all to choose the parent whose job would interest you the most." Ms. Stine announces when I zone back into her boring lecture. Of course, the entire class erupts in a chorus of loud groans at the announcement.

We've all heard the rumors from the other seniors about Parent Appreciation month, and we all saw the date in our syllabus we got on the first day of school last semester. It wouldn't be such a horrible ordeal if all we had to do was stay at work with our parents, but that's not all we're suppose to do, according to the other seniors. We all blew it off though, as immature teenagers do, which was probably a stupid move on our behalf.

"I do not want to hear any of that groaning, you all knew this was coming. I suggest you all take a lot of notes because after the month is over you will hand in a fifteen page paper about what your parent does, what their job title is, and how efficient the workplace is in general. I'll give you all a hand-out now about what should and should not be in the paper, so there will be no excuse if you fail to turn in a proper paper." She adds and continues after passing out a large packet of papers for the project.

"Along with the paper you will give a ten minute oral presentation about what they do and how the month went. You'll turn in the report on the first of next month, the same day you will give your speech. Of course, I shouldn't have to tell you this but I don't want you to write in fifty point font and hope it passes because that will be an automatic fail. You must write in MLA format, twelve point font in Times New Roman." She pauses to give us time to complain but we all know better than to argue or complain.

"When you turn in your paper it will be like all the others we have completed this year. You will turn in your notes, an outline, a rough draft that shows the correction marks, and the final polished paper. You will all have different schedules due to the fact that all your parents will work different hours so I have already worked out a schedule. All of you will come to school in the morning, wait until lunch than leave during lunch to shadow your parents. This will give you enough time every day to observe their working habits. Those of you whose parents work at night will have to come see me after class to get a schedule. You'll receive all the homework for your other classes every morning so as not to miss anything." We all nod even though it's obvious more than half of us don't want to do this. Of course, she continues before we can ask any questions about the wretched assignment.