Naturally Random

Chapter 24- Boring People Go Away, Come Again Another Day

 

Chapter 24- Boring People Go Away, Come Again Another Day

 

I stared at the door to my house, waiting for something to happen or a piano to drop on me from nowhere. I swear, my house never looked this creepy before or maybe it was actually the people inside.

Specifically, my mom. 

I was convinced that she was going to have my head for what I did. Heck, I don't think she'd even consider twice, she would probably pounce on me once I walk inside. 

There was nothing more terrifying in this world than my mom, heck, even math wasn't scary enough. But my mom? She would probably bury me alive and dance on my grave.

And that's why, I decided to choose the safer option.

My bedroom window. Seriously, I praise the inventor of windows, the dude must've won a Nobel Prize for it too. 

I walked around the house to where my bedroom window was and pulled myself inside the dark room. As soon as I landed on my bare feet, I smiled in victory as I closed the window and dusted off my hands.

I turned around, deciding that I would deal with the wrath of my parents tomorrow since I was dead tired.

But that thought went down the drain when the lights flicked on, and my face fell when I saw who was in the room with me.

Uh-oh.

I grinned sheepishly, "Hello, mother. What a pleasant surprise," My mom glared at me, crossing her arms and my grin faltered slightly, "So... no greetings?"

My mom's glare hardened, "Jessica, I'm very disappointed. How could you treat our guests that way?"

I smiled innocently, "But mother, I did no such thing,"

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes," She snapped. Oh, okay she was actually serious.

But, I couldn't help myself, "I'm not in the mood to get scolded, but hey, the world can't stop spinning if we want it to, right?" I grinned.

"Jessica!"

I huffed, "Alright, alright..." I dropped on my bed, hugging the pillow, "Go on,"

"Look at me," My mom demanded and I looked at her, "Is this what I taught you, Jessica? To be rude? Is it?"

I sighed, "Mom, I wasn't being rude, I was just giving him a 'taste' of his own... dessert," I sniggered.

She sat on the edge of the bed, giving me an accusing look, "It wasn't funny, it was downright rude. The poor boy puked his guts out in our toilet, I think you might've given him food poisoning."

I smirked at her, "You should worry about the toilet mom,"

She sighed in exasperation, "I can never have a serious conversation with you,"

I settled the pillow under my head, "Kids shouldn't be serious anyways, it's not fun,"

Her accusing look was back, "Jessica, you're seventeen, it's time you start to act your age--"

I scoffed, folding my arms under my head, "--You mean start acting boring,"

She ignored me and continued, "--You've got to learn to take responsibilities and--"

I cut her off, "Mom, mom. I get it, okay? But this is just how I am. Plus, who even needs responsibilities other than Mrs. Morgan next door, she still asks to baby-sit me, doesn't she?"