Reject || lrh

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I shot up quickly, screaming, dripping with sweat, and gasping for air.

"Lucas, honey, are you okay?" My mother asked and slowly moved her hand away from my shoulder. I looked around for a few seconds, and then it occurred to me that I had just had a nightmare, and the hand I felt on my shoulder was my mom's.

I parted my lips slightly and nodded my head slowly before looking at my mom, not awake enough to even think about saying any words.

"Are you sure you're alright? You're sweating like a hog. My goodness, do you have fever?" My mom said and placed her hand on my forehead. "I'm going to get the thermometer. You stay right here."

As if I'd go anywhere. I mean, come on. I had just awoken from a nightmare. Do you really think I would get up and walk straight out the door? Hell no. I'm still shaking like a freaking earthquake.

"Alright, open your mouth." My mom said as she entered the room with her thermometer. I opened my mouth and let her stick the thermometer under my tongue.

Please have a fever. Please have a fever. Give me something good, or, well, "bad". Give me 101 or 102. Give me high grade fever.

I secretly had my fingers crossed as she took the thermometer out of my mouth to look at my temperature. "Hm. 99. You're good, Lucas. No fever."

Damn it.

"With that being said, get up and get ready for school, hon." She said before walking towards my door and shut it.

School. Worse than the nightmare I had. Everyone hates me there, and every single day, my mother sends me upstairs to change clothes before going to school because she doesn't approve of what I wear.

I took a deep breath and stood up before walking to my closet. After a while of looking through my closet, I decided to put on a black skater skirt and a grey t shirt with some grey vans. I walked over to my mirror and quickly applied some eyeliner and mascara.

"Lucas, downstairs, now!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

I sighed and put on some lipgloss before grabbing my backpack and running out of my room and downstairs to the living room. My mom took one look at me and shook her head.

"You know the drill." She said and pointed towards the staircase.

"Mooooommm." I whined as I set my backpack on the floor.

"Pants, Lucas. Gosh, will you ever learn?" She said and I slumped my shoulders as I walked over to the staircase. "And wash off the makeup." She called out and I let out a groan of annoyance.

"Yes, mommy dearest." I yelled in a fake polite voice and went into my room. I changed into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and put a flannel over my t shirt before going into my bathroom and washing off the makeup.

"Lucas. The clock is ticking." I heard my mom say from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled and quickly grabbed my skirt from the floor and folded it before grabbing my makeup bag and stuffing the things in a book bag that had been left in my room. After closing the bag, I ran back downstairs and into the living room.

"Better. But, why do you have a book bag? You set your backpack right there." Mom said and I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"Had some homework I forgot to put in my backpack, so I put in the book bag instead." I lied and grabbed my backpack.

"If you say so. Have a good day at school." Mom said and I faked a smile before walking out the door.

Impossible.