Akrasia

Chapter 3

Lainey's Point of View

   Gosh darn it, why is peter always talking to me. Yeah sure he's nice and smart, but I don't need someone to look after me. I'm 15 for crying out loud.
   Along with that, hopefully my parents don't find out about me being late. Plus, it was only three minutes by the time I got in my class, which isn't that bad. I just don't understand how they had already started the lesson, but who know it's my chemistry teacher.
I only have 10 minutes before I have to deal with my father. Might as well make the best of it. I hop off my bike and pull out my earbuds and my phone. Scrolling down my Spotify playlists I find "Oldies but Goodies". I love that playlist. I hit shuffle and let the music carry me home. I'm listening to "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd while I'm swerving through the bustling streets. People may say the wind in the city is gross from "air pollution", but I don't see what's wrong with it. Plus, I've grown to love it, especially when riding.
I finally reach my house to find that the front door is closed, lucky me. I lean my bike up against the railing to our front steps and chain it to one of the pole things. I grab my keys and I shove them into our from door. The key turns and I push open our squeaky door. I swear my parents made it squeaky just so they could hear me come home.
"Lainey?" My Dad yells over his obnoxiously loud T.V. program.
"Yeah it's me, and yes I'll finish my chores." I say clearly so I don't get scolded for mumbling. But I roll my eyes because he can't see me, which satisfies me.
"I wasn't going to ask that, but sure go ahead." This really confuses me. I walk into the kitchen drop my bag on the floor and toss my keys on counter. Then walk over to my dad and look him dead in the eye.
"I don't understand you. Earlier this morning you were punching me for something I couldn't help but do, and now you're all 'oh everything's fine. I love you sooooo much.' That doesn't make sense." I state coldly but still apparent so he hears the hurt in my voice.
"Sweetie, you know I don't think well early in the morning-"
"And when your drunk" I intervene.
"-yes and drunk. And I'm sorry I'll try to manage myself better. Although, you still have no right to talk to me like that either young lady." He says glancing up towards me from his tv program. "So instead of yelling at me what should you say after I apologize to you and be nice to you."
    "I should say thank you and love you and I shouldn't forget the sir part." I say with pleas hoping I didn't mess up.
    "I forgive you. Now go do homework." He says with joy.
     "Yes sir." And with that I run up to my room, lock my door, and face plant onto my bed.
It feels all to nice laying in my bed to have to get up and do homework. I move my lazy bum anyways and start my work. It's chemistry that I get most homework for, and I'm pretty bad at it. Maybe I could get help from Peter ? No. What am I thinking. No. Then he'd think that I want to hang with him, but in reality I'd be using him to my advantage. No. Not happening. Why did I even think that?
Leaving that behind me I shove my chair away from my desk and walk over to my bathroom. I take a quick shower and allow the water to be my make up wipe, instead of using actually makeup wipes to take off the concealer around my eye. That's too much work.
By the time I get out of the bathroom it's already 7, and my dad hasn't called me down for supper. I put on shorts and a sweatshirt, along with socks and head downstairs.
"No supper?" I ask knowing my dads sitting on the couch still.
"Nope. I ate mine already you were to busy being in the shower wasting hot water." My Dad retorts.
Seeing as he's in his mood I decide to avoid him. Forgetting him I grab cereal from the cupboard and a cheese stick along with a Diet Coke from the fridge. I fill a bowl with Cheerios, not needing milk, and then head upstairs to my room. Honestly, I'd much prefer this supper rather than a meal made by my dad. It's also easy to eat while doing homework.
Finally I finish my homework and let out a sigh of relief. I hate school. If I could get out of it I would, but I know my parents would find out. Not only would that make my dad mad, but also my mom. My mom thinks an education is the best thing possible, but you can still get a job without one so...I think otherwise. Oh well. I don't have to worry about school now anyways. I have close to two hours before my mom comes home to tell me goodnight.

Third Person Point of View

   Two hours pass of Lainey sitting in her second story windowsill doing whatever she wants. She does this most nights. Look out the window towards the illuminating buildings of Queens brightening the night sky. At the same time listening to recommended songs on Spotify while flagging them to her favorites. This is one of her favorite things to do. Soon enough it's 11pm, right before her mom comes home, so she climbs into bed while turning off all lights in her room, including her phone.
  This is her favorite part of the day. Hearing her mom tell her goodnight. She's rarely gotten affection from both her parents, and this is one of the little times she does. Or so she believes.
   Eagerly waiting while hearing her mother open and close the front door. Lainey listens to the floor boards creek under her moms weight. Light flows into her bedroom as her mother opens the door.
   But soon enough the light is gone as she closes the door behind her. Lainey is waiting for her favorite words coming out of her favorite person, "goodnight".
   Her mom walks closer to her daughter and opens her mouth.
   "Goodnight, Laburnum" she whispers with into her daughters ear with a trace of guilt. Almost immediately Lainey sits up straight, but she isn't the same. Her eyes are dark and meaningless.
   "I am at your assistance. What do you need?" Lainey asks in an emotionless voice.
   "We have a mission for you. Now get ready, Night Rider."

Hope this was good for you guys. It's happening! If I do it right away. Most likely I will. Stay in tune, if you want to I guess.👍😂