"Heather!" My mom shouts from downstairs. I quickly lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow. "Coming mom!" I slip my socks on and rush downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen in her work clothes.
Please be going to work.
"You called" I say slowly taking a seat on the stool. My mom nods stuffing her car keys in her pocket. "Stephen and Janet are leaving Saturday night so I want you to get a carryon bag and pack your stuff."
Does she want me gone?
I stare at my mom with wide eyes before saying "Are you kicking me out?" My mom stares at me blankly and starts laughing. "Are you fucking slow?" She asks. "You told me to pack my stuff so I kind of figured you wanted me gone" I mumble. "I want you to spend time with them till they leave idiot" I nod feeling incredibly stupid before jumping off the stool. "I'll get started then"
"Bring your books with you too! I don't want you becoming dumb"
I turn around to face my mom and mumble "Okay"
¨
A loud sigh escapes my lips as I search my closet for a carryon bag. Do I even have one? I thought. Mom never takes me with her on vacation so I don't think I have one. "Fuck" I whisper slamming my closet shut.
What am I going to do?
Use a plastic bag...
I have a lot of clothes so NO I can't use a plastic bag!
Use a garbage bag...
That's not a bad idea but what about my mom?
Um... sneak past her and get the garbage bag...
I nod agreeing with my mind and open my bedroom door. Quickly, I scan the hallway and frown once I see my mom in her room folding clothes. I face down and breathe in deeply. "Hurry up"
After 5 minutes, my mom picks up the basket and walks to her closet. Smiling widely, I rush past her room and down stairs. "Where are you trash bags?" I mumble searching the cabinets. I get down on my knees and open the cabinet under the sink. "You've got to be kidding me" I sigh picking up the empty trash bag box.
Who puts an empty box in the cabinet?
I roll my eyes and throw the empty box in the trash. "Now what am I going to do?"
You can always ask your mom for a carryon bag...
I don't feel like getting yelled at and slapped.
I bet you she won't
Um... why do you think I have a bruise on my cheek? Cus she slapped me!
Just do it!
NO!
You can't be afraid your whole life ya know...
I groan loudly and stump up stairs.
I can't believe I had an argument with my mind.
Once I reached my mom's bedroom, I ball my hands into a fist and loudly knock on the door.
"What do you want?"
That's not a good sign
I walk in and smile. "Sorry to bother you mom but I don't have a carryon bag" My mom rolls her eyes and closes her book. "You should have one"
