DIFFERENT [BWWM]✔

Chapter 6

School's exhausting.
Whew! This is why I kinda hate senior year. The higher you go the tougher it becomes, but some just don't get it.

Senior year, yayyyyy!
Total crap!

I push open the doors of my house and I'm greeted by the beautiful scent of canoils and cinnamon rolls.

"Hey fam" I greet my mom and dad

"Hey sweetheart" they chorus. Twins!

"Whatcha cooking moma?" I ask

"What you can smell"

She's sassy today.

"Can I have a bit of that?"

"No"

"Why? Mom you're practically being unfair, dad tell mom I'm a growing woman and I have to eat"

"Honey, tell your daughter that she shouldn't come to my kitchen without changing her clothes and washing her hands" she retorts

"You heard your mom darling, just go upstairs and do whatever, you'll be done in a minute"

I look over at my mom one last time thinking she'll change her mind and let me have a cannoil or a roll.
But she gives me the 'touch it and I'll break your hand with my wooden spoon' look.

I roll my eyes and make my way up the stairs and go to my room and change.
I toss my clothes on the floor and regret it immediately.
See the impact my mom has on me?
Outrageous!

I pick it up and place it in the laundry basket when I realise it's almost full.
I change into a baggy t-shirt and shorts and take the basket down the stairs straight to the laundry room.
I separate the blacks from the white and start the laundry by putting on the washing machine.
I can't believe I'm doing this, my mom does this most of the time, but I can't go and be like 'mom can you do my laundry cause I don't give a damn if you're pregnant, you'll still have to do it anyway'.
I won't even finish my sentence before I'm slapped.

"Umm, I have my list, my car keys and my calculator. Where's my calculator?" My mom questions herself.

"Oh there she is" she murmurs when she sees me

"Your calculator is a she now?" I ask

"Of course, you're always doing my calculations" she smirks

"Anyway, can you calculate this for - "

"$4,500" I say, looking at the list of numbers

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah" I mutter

I kinda have a weird memory when it comes to calculations, so don't judge.
Who also has a memory like mine? I'd love to be friends even if I don't like people that much.

"Anyway, why so much?" I ask

"For my baby shower"

"So late?"I ask

Cause I know the baby shower is like when you're 5 to 6 months in.

"Doesn't matter, can be done anytime, even the minute you to find out you're pregnant"

"So you're going to go shopping I presume?"

I ask, stuffing a cinnamon roll in my mouth.

"Exactly!...You could come if you want to, your dad wants to have some football time with some friends, I've hired someone to clean the place, since it's been long because of my condition" she says.

"What if I didn't want to go?"

I aks, wiping my hand with a tissue after having my second roll leaving me stuffed.
I get satisfied quite early ya know.

"The person would have cleaned anyways" she says

"Look mom, I understand you want the place cleaned but the idea of letting someone invade our home to do something that I can do just doesn't feel right" I say, upset

"So what do you want me to do? Leave the house dirty? I have a baby shower coming up this weekend and you want me to leave this place like this, you've got to be kidding me" she says, her voice slightly rising.

"Kidding is when we don't have any one at home with valuable things in the house and allowing a stranger to come here in the name if cleaning, something I can do if you'll only allow me, I'm not going to let anyone come clean this place whilst I'm here, it's either you let me clean this place or do it by yourself or have the programme in the dirt. But letting someone come clean our house, is not an option" I say and storm off to my room. I just want to help her, but sometimes she can be a bit too much.

"Oh and yeah, have the pleasure of doing your shopping alone. Have a goodnight" I say half way up the stairs and storm off. Crap!
  

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I wake up to the sound of my blaring alarm. Sometimes I wish I could just ditch school and have some sleep but I know it's not an option. After the unnecessary argument I had with my mom, I came to my room and never went down for dinner. No one also came to call me, not even dad.
He just sat there and watch mom and I argue. He didn't say anything, and if he wanted to, I didn't give him the chance.

I just don't find that idea outgoing.
It degrades me, as if I can't even clean my own home, who can clean this place better than me, besides, I have a bad feeling about this whole rental cleaning thing.
And. I'm. Not. Changing. My. Mind!

Enough with my thoughts, I get and grab a towel and head for the bathroom. I do my morning routine and comeback out within fifteen minutes.
What to wear?

I grab a pair of blue jeans and match it with a grey Havard t-shirt with a black Nike backpack and some beckingstocks. I pull my hair into a simple ponytail and smoosh my lips with a lip balm.
I grab my glasses with my phone and car keys and head out the door.

I jog down the stairs and see my parents having breakfast.

"Good morning dad" I cheerfully greet

"Good Morning honey, how did you sleep?" He asks
"Like a baby, I slept perfect, my bed does most of the job" I say with a soft chuckle

My mom is sitting staring at me expecting me to tell her something.
But I'm done with her. I've said all I wanted to. And I stand my ground.

I grab an apple, kiss my dad's cheeks, say good bye to him and head out the door.
That was quite a silent treatment.

Well that's a first!

I hope into my car and drive off to school.
Let's see what the day holds.

Author's Note:
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