Dreams

Chapter 4

When my alarm clock went off it took me a moment to remember that I didn't actually have to go to school. I clicked it off and curled back into bed. I was actually a little sad about not going to school. Pathetic, I know. But school is something that I just do. And when I go to school, I at least see her.

But instead I was going back to sleep, so I would be seeing her anyway. I closed my eyes.

I hadn't been asleep more than a minute when my mom was banging down the door, singing loudly. My mom likes to wake me up by bursting in singing "Good Morning" from the movie Singing in the Rain. This may sound cute and sweet and all, but trust me, when it's first thing in the morning and you're actually experiencing it, it feels like you're dying.

I groaned, "Mom, what are you doing? I'm not even going to school, there's no reason to wake me at this ungodly hour."

She laughed and sat down on my feet. "Just because you're not going to school doesn't mean you don't have to get up. We have a lot to do today."

Spending a day with your mom might sound like torture and embarrassment to most teenagers, but my mom is actually pretty cool. She went to law school, and is certified to be a lawyer, but she decided she didn't want the life. Says she wanted to do something that matters in life. I'm not sure how working in a coffee shop matters when being a lawyer doesn't, but she's happy. And because of her lawyer past she has opinions on everything  so talking with her is always interesting. And so we talk a lot. Her, dad, and me. I have to few friends to shun the friendship of my parents. So instead I just embrace it.

"Come on, up, you." she said, bouncing up and down on my feet, "Come down stairs, I made pancakes. We're going to have so much fun today!"

And so yes, this is me, the teenager who skips school to hang out with his mother. I'm cool.