"Are you excited Riley?" Mom asks from the front seat of the car.
Is she serious right now? I have never felt like more of a moody and ungrateful teenager in my life. But I can't help it. Her and Dad have got to be deliberately trying to annoy me. "Bursting with it."
"Riley I swear to god if you don't cut the attitude-"Mom says turning around to face me.
"Trixie easy." Dad says.
I have to try far too hard to stifle a laugh. I don't know if it's because of Dad's choice of words or because Mom's name sounds a lot like a dogs name but I feel like Mom is a terrior puppy getting told to calm down.
"Riley wipe that smile off your face." Mom says.
"I thought you wanted me to enjoy myself?" I say.
"Oh so now we get the back chatty teenager. Great." Mom says turning back in her seat.
"Well lucky for you, you only get him for another 5 months. Congratulations." I say in an over chirpy game show type voice.
Both Mom and Dad sigh.
"Riley please do this for us." Dad says.
"How about I do something for me for a change?" I say.
"Then do it for yourself. Stop moping over a girl you knew for all of five minutes. Is she really worth it?" Dad says whilst he parks the car.
I ask myself that everyday. And I always come to the same answer. Yes.
"Oh look at the lights." Mom exclaims.
Okay so even though I may be in a really bad mood the lights are pretty.
I mean spectatular or great or awesome. Not pretty.
Am I purposely trying to kill all the manhood left inside me?
"Come on boys I want to get a nice spot. It's just not as special when you're sitting at the back of the field and can barely hear the singers let alone see their faces." Mom jumps out the car and yells back at Dad whilst she runs off, "Get the blanket from the back Arthur. I'll get us a spot. Don't let me down."
"Did she just say don't let me down?" I ask.
"Your mother wrote 'Life Is A Series of Steps All You Have To Do Is Take Them' of course she just told me not to let her down." Dad says opening his door and going to the trunk of the car.
I get out the car as well and go around to help him. I may be experiencing a form of teenage rebellion but I'm not a total menace.
"Dad it's the Christmas carols not the Superbowl."
"She once knocked over a child in order to get the last copy of Vogue. Nothing surprises me." He says.
"Why did she do that?" I shake my head. "On second thought don't answer that."
"Gladly." Dad says.
We catch up to Mom who's near the front of the stage giving death stares to anyone who comes too close.
Note to self: do not ever mess with my mother when it comes to acquiring spots on the grass at the Christmas carols.
"Great spot Trixie." Dad says.
"Well you see its near the front but not too near the front. So we won't get our ear drums blasted off." She sits down on the blanket Dad has put down for us. "Oh isn't this great? And look its so much better than the carols back home. They have rides for the kids and stalls. You're going to have to mind our stuff for a while Riley because I am desperate to look at that one with all the baskets. Arthur are you coming?"
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Nora
Teen Fiction"It was an infatuation with an unattainable girl. You were in love with the idea of her. Not her."-Riley Lawrence, expert in love and how to survive high school. Riley Lawrence is a survivor. His friend Nora (and the love of his short life) is a fi...
