My Teen Life

Boring Morning

I saw a bright light shining into my window, it must be morning. I stretched out my hands and my legs and breathed in, I smelt a fresh bacon smell. Mom must have breakfast ready.

I picked up my phone to see what like it was, 7:30 am!!! What, on first day of summer I'm up at 7:30. This better not happen again. I could try to go back to sleep, but I probably won't. So I'm gonna go downstairs and watch TV.

I got out of bed stretching even more and slowly walked to the bathroom. After I was done going pee I got up the wash my hands. I looked in the mirror, I had the worst bedhead I've ever had in my life. I wasn't going down stairs with this. I quickly grabbed a ponytail and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I was going to take a shower anyways because I wanted to go out town.

I started to walk down stairs, the bacon smell was getting stronger, I could taste me biting into a crispy strip of bacon.

I scurried down the stairs to the kitchen. I saw my mom making breakfast for two. She turned around and saw me standing there. 

"Good morning honey" she said in a joyful tone. 

"Hi mom" I was confused because last night I thought she was mad at me. 

"Can you go put this on the table for me?" She handed me a plate of bacon with a paper towel underneath.

I made my way to the table and placed them on it. I grabbed a piece before I went back. It tasted good. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed my stuff to put in the table. Instead of grabbing stuff I ended up seeing what was for breakfast; bacon, eggs, toast and hash browns. This was a fantastic breakfast, but why was she making it?

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"So how is it?" she asked finishing her bite of toast. 

"Good" I said with my mouth full of egg. 

"Please don't talk with your mouth full." She said while picking up her knife.

"Can I ask you something?" I said curiously while biting into my hash browns. 

"Sure sweaty." She said in a sweet voice, and putting the fork of hash browns in her mouth.

Should I ask her, but what if she gets mad at me? 'Oh well just ask her Samantha. If she does let you then you win, but if she doesn't then you lose, maybe next time.' This voice comes in handy.

"Umm.... may I use the car today?" I said while whipping my face. My mind was swirling with thoughts of what she was thinking because she could say yes and I would be happy, but she could say no which is likely because we did have a fight last night.

It took her a minute to think. I'm pretty sure she was eating instead of thinking. She kept on looking around the room. I was just about to tell at her to say something until, 

"Sure, but where are you going?" She finally asked. 

"I'm going to the store." I said in confidence 

"To get what?" She placed her fork down and her napkin and looked at me  

Really, here we go again, asking millions of question. She doesn't get it, I'm an adult and I need space. I'm not a little girl anymore. I wanted to tell her a piece of my mind, but I wasn't because she might not let me use the car. 

"Just to get some summer clothes." I say to her. 

"Okay, your using your own money though." She said with her hands on the table. 

"Fine." I say sadly

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I carefully set the glass plate into the sink and went to watch TV. I plopped on the couch and sat comfortably on top of a soft blanket.