Mornings for me are either extremely relaxing or extremely painful. Today fell under the more negative category. Weeks ago, Dave and I divided our Shop class work. He would work on the actual grandpa clock, doing the final touches and the handy work and I would work on writing the report, the portfolio, and the documentation. I stayed up finishing the written report. It was midnight when I e-mailed Mr. Chopart what I worked on. If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to design all fifty pages back-to-back of this month’s copy of BelleVIEWS, and that excludes the cover pages. I know being the layout artist sounds like an easy job but it really isn’t. It takes a lot of time and effort.
I didn’t have the time and energy to make myself look decent so I just put on a plain blue v-neck, light denim jeans, and studded loafers. Even the cold shower I took wasn’t enough to wake me up. Even the coffee and the coffee-crusted bread weren’t enough to wake me up. Since I felt like I couldn’t do anything aside from sitting and lying down, I had to ask one of my parents to drive me.
I took the elevator to the upper floor. I had to walk to the farthest side of the whole floor to get to my parent’s flat. I knocked on the door that had “Room 520” hung up in gold-plated letters.
"Wait a minute!", I heard my mom’s voice from the other side of the door.
“It’s Kim!”, I said in front of the closed door.
“Hi, Kimmy!”, I heard my dad.
Mom finally opened the door and she was still in her robe but she had curlers in her hair. I saw my dad standing in front of a mirror fixing his tie. He was in a sharp-looking suit and he seemed ready to go somewhere formal.
"Mom, I need a ride.", I told her.
“What’s wrong with your car? I thought you had it ‘fixed’?”, she said while putting on earrings.
“I can’t drive. Might pass out any time now.”, I yawned in front of her.
“My poor baby!”, she grabbed my face in her palms.
“Seriously Mom, I might actually fall asleep anytime.”, I said.
“Well, your Dad’s in a hurry to go a meeting. I’m not gonna be anywhere for at least an hour so… I guess I can drive you!”, she said with a smile.
My mom is the giddy, affection-smothering, cookie-baking type of mom. She was glad to have any sort of ‘quality time’ with me. My dad, on the other hand, is very kind-hearted but sometimes he treats me like a son.
I had to wait five more minutes for my mom to put on a decent dress. When she was done getting ready, we headed to the parking lot and took a ride in her mini-van.
"So… How’s school, sweetie?", she asked as soon as we were on the highway.
“Fine.”, I said. I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation.
“Have you met any boys?”, she said in a giddy voice.
I scoffed.
“What? It’s okay, Kimmy. Your dad and I started dating when we were your age.”, she said.
“Yep.”, I couldn’t say more than a word but I had to say something if I wanted my mom to stop talking.
“Really. It’s fine. Just make sure you choose the right kind of guy. Someone who won’t hurt you or get you in trouble.”, she said.
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Staccato Bursts
Teen FictionA story about a pessimistic, introverted, and dog-loving couch potato as she meets new people, goes through the ups and downs of being in high school, and changes the way she looks at the world.
