What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 38- Hey Mom

Chapter 38- Hey Mom

"No."

"You have no choice but to."

"I'm seventeen, almost eighteen." I groaned into my pillow, attempting to shield myself from the sunlight peeping through the roof window. "Let me sleep!"

I felt the bed dip. "Not until you answer the six questions," Carson demanded, yanking the pillow away from me.

I stuffed my face in the joint of my elbow stubbornly. "No!"

There was a moment of silence making me believe that they were finally leaving me alone. But of course they were my annoying cousins. I felt two hands clasp around my ankles, dragging me with force out of the bed until I reached the end.

"What the hell!" I flipped, only to find the two smirking mischievously.

"Six questions starting now," Carson commanded, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently.

I couldn't believe that the two got dressed in the morning before even having breakfast, only to coax me with six stupid questions.

I stretched the elastic band from my wrist, and tied my short hair up into small pony tail. Annoyingly, pieces flew out of random places, but I couldn't be bothered to fix it anymore.

"Most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?" Skylar wondered, slouching against the wall with her puffy eyes on show.

For a moment, I thought deeply, and then recalled a specific day. "Back in freshman year, when I was fourteen and Aunt Flo decided to leak everywhere during maths class," I admitted casually, already over the situation.

Luckily, I was wearing a skirt so it wasn't really obvious, and Vivian always carried around a spare pair of trousers for any kind of emergencies. Unfortunately, everybody saw the pool of blood on my seat and I was called 'Carrie' for a whole month. They got over it when I started slamming my fist against their faces.

"Who's Aunt Flo?" Carson decided to ask curiously.

"The name for my period." I rolled my eyes at his cluelessness. It wasn't hard to figure out on what I was talking about.

"Ewwww, you leaked everywhere?" He grimaced, tucking his lips between his teeth.

"Yes, and now you have three questions to ask me." I grinned prominently.

"Wait that's not fair!" Skylar defended. "Those were not questions."

I flopped back on my bed, blowing a piece of hair away that managed to flop onto my forehead. "Yes they were. A question is a question. Now you have three left to ask me so go ahead and start."

She groaned heavily. "You're such a dibshit."

"I know," I agreed proudly.

"No, not you, Carson for asking those stupid questions." I heard the harsh punch she landed on his arm, following with a shriek.

"Not my fault I have a penis and know nothing about women problems!" He defended.

"Please keep up with the questions." I sighed as I stared up at the blank ceiling."

"Fine, and Carson you're no longer allowed to ask anymore," she confirmed.

"Stupid bitch, stupid bitch, stupid bitch, STUPID BITCH!" He said repetitively.

"Are you two finished?" I asked lazily, but the two didn't even acknowledge me in the room anymore.

"Bastard," she retorted.