The Unmixables

Chapter 1

July seventh: The worst day ever. My birthday.

Waking up early in the morning to the smell of freshly made pancakes is always a good thing, but not when everyone of the seventeen pancakes are for you. Its always been a tradition, every one of my birthdays, for whatever age I am, I get the same number of pancakes. For example: This time last year, I was sixteen, so I got sixteen pancakes. So this year, i get seventeen pancakes. And its a terrible tradition, i don't know how or where it started from, but God does it need to stop. I was woken, but i wasnt allowed out of bed. Another stupid birthday tradition. My parents know i wake up around eleven, so every birthday, they cook pancakes until its exactly eleven. Then, they wait on me waking up. They always know the smell of pancakes would wake me. And my bed shakes and makes loud noises, everytime I move. So loud you could hear from the kitchen. I got up out of bed and put on a shirt and shorts, I sleep in boxers, cause I don't see the point in pajamas. When I get out of bed, as soon as I have one foot in my shorts, my parents come running into my room. With a plate of seventeen fucking pancakes. "Good morning son!!" my parents said in a cheerful tone. "Todays the big day!!", "What's so big about it?" besides my morning wood of course. Something my friends have been telling me lately is that I see i hate almost everything. Someone has a new phone, "It'll probably break in a year or two". Someone has a new boyfriend, "You'll break up in a week". Surprisingly, i got that one right. I usually decline that i hate everything, but now, i sort of agree. "Oh come on son, its your birthday!" dad said. "And we made pa-", "Pancakes" i said cutting my mother off, "You made seventeen monster sized pancakes.". "You know, a 'thank you' would be nice, we did slave in the kitchen for you." father said. "We? Or just mom?" i replied. My dad looked at me with his jaw dropped, and stormed out my room. "Why you being like this?" mother asked. My mom as always been on his side, no matter what. Since she got caught cheating on him with her boss. Oh and by the way, she doesn't work anymore. She just stays home to cook and clean and iron. And it pisses me off. If i was married to an asshole like my dad, I'd cheat on him all the time. In front of him for all i care. "You know why mom" i replied. "He treats you so wrong, i thought the 'Problem' was dealt with?". "I don't want to talk about it with you." With me? Who does she want to talk about it with? My father? The neighbour?(Who by the way is her only friend. She's not allowed friends either). The Mailman? Fuck if I care. "Oh and Tammy called, she said she'll call around about oneish". Tammy is my girlfriend for two years. I know right? Me, a depressed, pot smoking, hate everything, teenager. Has a girlfriend. "Okay, thanks". She placed the pancakes on my PC table. "Happy birthday, Oliver".