Temperamental

Chapter One

       "Live to be extraordinary."

         "You know, you're not really extraordinary."

         I'm not quite sure how I should take that. Don't get me wrong, I've been told by many people that I live a little on the safer side, and when I say safer I mean rather super boring and dull. But I don't really mind staying within my bubble, I like ordinary. I like knowing that everything will always be the way I want it. On contrary, it's kind of weird and insulting that my mother is now bashing me for it. 

         "Gee, thanks?" I scoff. 

         "Sorry to be so blunt but just look at you! School is done for the day, you've already finished your homework, and now you're just sitting here doing nothing but flipping through channels without actually picking a show to watch. No offence honey, but it's just sad," she sighs as she continues vacuuming the carpet that William, my little brother, accidentally covered in cheerios. 

         I don't really know how to reply to her so I swallow myself up in my own silence and decide on watching a rerun of an old Drake and Josh show; at least then she can't pester me on being indecisive on choosing a show to watch. I can't really help it, though, there's never any good shows on T.V anymore. Like, what happened to all the Disney shows? Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, or even the movies like The Thirteenth Year? Now they cast "talking" dogs and actors who need a few tips on how to not totally suck. And my mom says I'm sad. 

         "Seriously, Jasmine, what happened to your friends? Anabel and Justin? Did they just drop off the face of the planet all of a sudden?" She marches on. 

         Just to appease her, and slightly because I'm getting really aggravated at this point, I pick up my phone and call Amabel just to have it go straight to voicemail. Like I knew it would. "You see, mother, I would love to hangout with my awesome friends but Justin is on a date and Amabel, not Anabel, is at softball practice. Not to mention I do have other friends but they're in-school friends and asking them to hangout outside of class is just weird."

         "I don't understand how hanging out with 'in-school' friends outside of school is weird, but then again I don't understand most teenagers logic these days," she stops mid thought, then her face lights up like she had an epiphany. "I got it! You can get a job! That way you can actually have something productive to do with your life."

         Like I said before, my mother can be very blunt and rude sometimes. I know she does it in my best interest, but I sometimes wish she could be a little more subtle and a lot less abrasive. I mean, she does have a point, I'm seventeen years old and should have a job but here's the thing; that means changing my routine. And also, like I said before, I'm not very fond of change. So, I snuggle deeper into the couch and flip the channel to a cooking show because the Drake and Josh episode was one that was in the earlier seasons and I wasn't a big fan of Josh's acting back then. He was way too much of a spaz for me.

          "Or," I say in return to her brilliant epiphany, "I can continue doing nothing with my life and wait till my friends have time to hangout with me."

           She doesn't say anything in return so I think she's dropped the subject. I check my phone when I feel it vibrate to see that I have a text message from Justin that reads:

          The d8 wnt hrrible!!! :( Meet me @  Starbucks a$ap.

          I moan internally and externally because 1) that means I have to get up and get dressed and 2) his texting is horrendous. I drape the blanket I have wrapped around me on the head of the couch and get up, turning off the T.V in the process.