Summer was hell.
Maybe this year I'll make friends, I'll go out more. I can finally distract myself, I thought it out. I tried making a plan, there was only about two weeks left before school starts- First year of Highschool. Man has time gone by fast... I never thought I'd start so soon.. Am I ready???
I smack my forehead. Course I'm ready! Otherwise I wouldn't be passing on to Grade 9. I've waited for the mail for a while Mom told me Highschool works differently, apparently you aren't handed a schedule until orientation. I did get a packet but mostly going through rules and uniform policy. Some papers parents have to fill out, but in this case, for me, it's just parent.
Mom gave me the typical talk about boys and stuff.. kinda awkward. She started with the sentence, "When I was your age..." I listened to her stories a million times. This one was different- like how the summer changed us.
"Can't believe I listened to your father." She said. "I gave up talking to my close friends all because your father didn't want me to." She frowned.
Stupid.
That's what I thought.
Why make her do that? He got to talk with his friends, hang out with them, share drinks, it wasn't fair. He got to stay out late, he always did what he wanted. Shame she wasted her time with a man like him.
"-But, anyway try make friends, join clubs do what makes you happy. I want the best for you" She smiled.
"I know and I'll try, but friends? Or rather people, they aren't really my thing..." I said.
"Mine either, but try you never know." She shrugged.
"Alright." I got up.
"Where you off to?" She asked.
"Practice the human body- I want to get better at anatomy." I grabbed my book.
"I'll get you in an art class as soon as I can get the money..." My mom frowned once again.
I sighed.
"I'm sorry." She said,"I know how much you want to do this."
"It's ok, it's not your fault. We'll get through this. Karma is a bitch after all, right?"
She nodded and laughed,"It sure is."
