i jumped up gasping for air, i rubbed my eyes hoping it was just a dream, i exhaled happily knowing
that i am now living in reality. i got up from the bed went for a shower and looked for something to
wear. i don't know, dreams like that happens the most of the time, its a recurring dream, and still a
Precognitive dream at the same time. i went down stairs and grabbed the door knob to open
it. then when i heard some one speak to me.
"jackass, were the fuck do you think your going?" i turned around knowing who it was. "mom, I'm
going to just, umm.. to school i guess?" as she approached me with a heavy look on her face,
coffee in her right hand, her hair was not delightful at all. also with a pink robe on. "you leaving
without saying good bye?, and for the record ass hole, don't call me mom again, you are not my
son!" this is what she said, slamming the coffee to the floor. it was not a surprise because i am
actually getting pretty use to her fucked up behaviour.most of the coffee splashed on my cloth, i
pretty much had to change again.
the problem is, is that i was her son and only son, why did she had to treat me this way?, isn't she
the one who supposed to cherish me embrace me through all the troubles and triumph, through
the pain sorrow. why is she this way?.
going up the stairs to my room to change, i must me totally late all ready!, i rushed to put on a dip
dye black and white Hoody with white vest under neath, black pants, white beanie and black
converse sneakers. i chose to play it simple. i don't know... i feel blackish white today.
i grabbed my phone along with my dip dye blue and white school bag, ya.. i like dip dye, aaaand
blue. ugh!, I'm fucking late for the school bus!, and no way I'm asking my mom to drop me off to
school, guess i have to walk then?...
