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A bit of some road rage

I close the door behind me, ok nope I'm too tired to write right now k bye

After going to sleep, the author woke up, ate food and decided that she'll start the chapter once again!

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I close the door behind me, quickly taking my shoes off. Sitting down on the little bench beside the doorway, I carefully take off the boot that's on my prosthetic leg. Succeeding, I place it onto the mat and throw my bag onto the sofa as I walk into the kitchen.

"Asalam alaikum mama!" I say, grabbing a couple of grapes and plopping them into my mouth. She looks back at me from where she's rolling the dough.

"Walaikum asalam habibti, how was your day?" She says with a smile before turning back around. "It was good, saw Asher fall into a grange so bonus points right there."

She laughs as she pats the cough one more time before putting it in a container. "Was he alright?" She says turning back towards me.

"Yeah, just dandy." I reply sucking on the grape.

"Do you like him?" I start choking on the grape as my mom burst out that question. Ya Allah! I'm about to die! And it's all a grape and a stupid questions fault.

My mom panics as she sees my face turn red, she quickly runs towards, she huddles her figure and starts hugging me from behind.

Mother this is no time for hugs! I can't breathe! My head starts going crazy, until I feel a heavy push into my stomach.The grape plops out and into the sink across from me. I breathe in a huge gulp of air, never in my life have I been so grateful for it.

My mother sighs as she places one hand on her hip and the other against the counter. "Ya Allah, what am I going to do with you?"

"Hey it wasn't my fault the grape decided to block my
passage way." I say crossing my arms.

My mother rolls her eyes before saying, "so do you?"

My eyes widen as I realize she went back to that topic, "astagfirullah mama! Haram! I don't know! I like food alright? I'm in love with food! Why can't you just accept that? I mean is it too hard to think of your daughter just being with food and maybe a cat? Huh is it?" I stumble out in a huge breath of air.

"That grape sure did knock some brain cells out of you,"she says before turning to the stove,"plus food will never love you as much as it loves me."

My mouth gapes open,"Mother! You're supposed to be my..mother!" I say faking a cry.

"Romaisa come on it's time for your appointment, and food does not love you as much as I love you," we both turn our heads to my father who comes through the door going towards my mother.

Awn....wait no what ew, dad can not flirt like that. My father places a kiss on my mother cheek as she whispers something to him. He grins and chuckles before grabbing the car keys. I inwardly puke a bit. This is not good for my eyes.

"Come on Romey, you can drive." My father says as he heads towards the door, I follow him grinning in excitement, I love driving!

"Make sure you put the pedal leverage for your leg," dad says as he heads out the door. I grab it from inside the closet and once in the car, with my dad in the passenger I adjust it onto my foot. This will help me push on the pedal that accelerates.

Grinning I start the car as my father mumbles a prayer. He's never been a fan of my driving. Apparently I road rage too much. Pshh what lies I'm completely normal on the road.

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"YOU FRIKIN KHARA, WHY THE HECK WOULD FRIKIN ZOOM ON THAT STUPID LAMBORGHINI OF YOURS WHEN IM TRYING TO TURN? HUH? OH NO YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTINCT!" I glare at the car as it drives farther and farther away from us. From beside me I hear my father mumble prayers but before I can comfort him, I look into the rearview mirror to find a white car that's basically two centimetres away from the tailgate of mine. Oh little guy, your doing something bad.