A Popstar's Love

Chapter 2

The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a daze with me practically bouncing in my seat. My mind was solely focused on wheedling a yes out of my mom. I was counting on her saying no considering it was a school night. Ugh, Moms, am I right?

The seventh period of the day was the longest to get through. Well... It always was, but this day especially. I'd earned a few scathing glares from my teacher for 'disrupting the class'. I honestly don't see why she was mad. I only flipped a desk over. Not on purpose though. Definitely not on purpose.

But when the final bell rang I leapt up and ran out the door before my teacher could catch me. I didn't have time for something like that.

Only when I'm safely outside and starting to walking home do I retrieve the headphones out of my bag.

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Digging my keys out of my pocket, I shove it into the keyhole and twist until the clicking of the lock is heard and I can push open the door. As soon as I'm in the front door I'm slinging my backpack on the hardwood and strolling into the kitchen.

My mom wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, and dinner another two. In that amount of time I had to get rid of any excuses she might have about me going.

I tick them off as I talk to myself in the still of the house. "Homework, chores, dinner, ... And sleeping of course. But I barely get that anyway! So what's the harm in a few measly hours?"

I pass by a mirror in the hallway and pause in front of it. A pair of hazel eyes peered back at me as I give myself a nod of confirmation. Right, let's get to work.

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Two hours, three pages of homework, and a through cleaning of the house later, I'm finally able to throw myself into a chair and relax. Just in time for my mom to walk in the door.  She's wearing a purple pantsuit today. Not my first choice but whatever. Her long, brown hair has been swept up into a messy bun with a few pieces escaping to frame her oval face and chocolate brown eyes.

The sound of heels clicking on the floors echo all around as she walks into kitchen and swoops in to leave a kiss on my forehead. No doubt she did that just spite me and I'm quick to rub at the spot with the back of my hand. Gross.

"Hey, Morgy sweetie, how was school?" She says with a soft sigh, tossing her purse on the now clean table. I make a grumbling noise in protest.

"I just cleaned that."

"Oh. Did you?" She glances back at the table with raised eyebrows before nodding as I scoff indignantly. "Thanks, hun."

"You doubt my cleaning skills?"
There is no verbal answer, only a hum as she smiles and kicks off her shoes. "Fine, I see how it is," I huff. My chair scrapes across the floor as I stand up and stroll over to the island.

"It's not that I don't trust your skills, hun." Cabinets open and close as she pulls out ingredients for dinner. "It's that I know you want something if you're willingly doing chores." I gasp.

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I would never-"

"Try to butter me up because you want something that I'm probably going to say no to? Sure you wouldn't."