Hush

2: Zack Responds

My eyes slowly opened as I started to wake up. I try to wipe away the crust in my eyes and look at my clock. It is 5:21 AM. This is what I get for falling asleep early. Maybe Zack messaged back. I roll out of bed and my feet shuffle across the cold, wooden floor. When I open Buzz, I see a notification. He did respond. My hand moves the mouse cursor quickly to the message, eager to read it.

"Oh I just was scrolling through my recommendations and saw you. I just had to message you. ;)"

What is he talking about? I had to look at what I messaged him to remember what is going on. Oh yeah, I asked how he found my account. "Oh okay, so why are you up this early? If you even have the same time zone as me."

"It's 5:30 AM where I live."

"Same! I guess we live pretty close to each other." I wonder how old he is. Maybe young enough for me to date him. To show my mom that I'm not so different.

"Well, maybe in the future, we can meet up sometime."

"Sure, that would be cool. How old are you?" Instead of replying right away as he had been, he didn't answer and it said that he left the messages. I wonder why he didn't want to answer that? Maybe he's pretty young and is asking his parents if it's okay to tell. Heck, I didn't tell him my age like I should have. Eh, I might as well wait.

My mother walked into the room without flickering the lights like she should, and walked right up to me to tap me on the shoulder. This of course scared me and I jumped up and out of my seat."Why didn't you flicker the lights?"

"I just need to talk to you. Especially now that I see you've been chatting online."

"I'm not a little kid anymore! You don't control me."

"But I am your mother! And that gives me the right to control you until you're an adult."

"Just go away! I don't want to talk anymore! Leave me be."

"No! I will not leave you be! You are to go into the kitchen and sit at the table and have a discussion with me. Now!"

I hate her. I hate her so much. Does she even care about what I feel? Probably not. I walk out of my room and sit at the kitchen table. My leg was bouncing underneath the table, because when I'm angry I need to fidget to stay calm. My mother walks out of my room and heads down the hallway. Finally. Could she have been any slower?

"You are NOT meeting up with this Zack guy!"

She read the messages. What a bitch. "You don't have a say in this! I can go if I want to!"