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[chapter has been slightly edited because some hoes were acting up. By hoes, I mean Rae]
"Rae, honey wake up."
My eyes slowly blinked open as I heard my mother's faint voice beside me. She held a glass of water in her hand, setting it on my night stand.
"It's almost two in the afternoon." She brushed my hair back.
I yawned, sitting up from the comfortable position I was in seconds ago. "I slept late."
"We came home at nine, and found you laying in your bed." My mother narrowed her eyes.
"I was busy thinking." I shrugged my shoulders, as I moved the covers from my legs.
"About?" She raised her brows.
"I don't know, life?" I pushed my door open, running the down the stairs to put on my shoes.
"Aurelia, don't just run off while I'm speaking to you." My mother crossed her arms as she angrily walked down the steps. "Oh, do you care to explain why one of the table legs is broken?"
I scratched my head. "I really don't know."
"Oh, so it just magically broke by itself." She threw her hands into the air.
"Probably." I mumbled, crouching down to tie my shoe laces.
"Where are you going?" My mother lowered her brows as she just noticed me tying my shoes.
"I completely forgot about Brooke's dance audition is today." I grabbed the edge of the couch to help me stand, quickly tossing on my jacket.
"Brooke dances?" She pursed her lips.
"Apparently." I mumbled as I opened the garage door. "Where's Phoenix's old helmet?" I asked, rummaging through a storage bin labeled with my younger brother's name.
"It should be near the tire equipment." My mother pointed at the clutter of tools and supplied. "Why?"
"I have to bike there." I snapped the helmet on my head, watching my mom hysterically laugh as it covered my eyes.
"Why can't I just drop you off?" She offered.
"Dad took your car out for an inspection—and I'm late." I panicked as I looked down at my watch.
"Be safe." She kissed the top of my head as I rushed out the front door.
I unlocked the chain that held my bike to the porch, trying to sit on the fucked up seat. I let out a deep breathe, watching the cloud of air emerge before my eyes. I nearly swerved off my driveway, biking down the street and possibly annoying millions of cars.
