Falling for the wrong one.

Unexpected guest!

After a long day, I deserved a shower and then a long, very long nap!

I huffed effortlessly as I opened my house front door then tossed my bag and skateboard on the doorway as I entered.

I doubt my parents were home. Mostly they weren't home due to their jobs. My mom worked as a psychiatrist and my dad in a force.

I know what you thinking, but unfortunately no. We weren't rich and all that. We were just affording if I may put it that way.

Anyway, I made my way to the kitchen and immediately my nostrils were hooked by a lovely smell. Which I assume it were of cookies. So, I'm guessing I wasn't alone.

As I tip - toed to peek at the doorway of the kitchen, my eyes met a lean figure in a purple dress and flats. With toffee brown hair let loose leaving it laid above her mid-shoulders.

I smiled childishly as I glanced at her with her back turned to the oven, which made her not to notice my presence. I planned on changing that by creeping up on her.

I let out a breath before sneaking into the kitchen and tip-towing towards her. She was now closing the oven and placing the kitchen cloth on the kitchen counter. In the count of three I screamed,

'BOO!' - she screamed loudly in fear as she grabbed a wooden spoon laying next to the kitchen cloth aiming to smack me. I laughed even harder at the reaction.

'BETH! BETH! MOM STOP...ITS ME!' - I screamed though my laughter. She paused for a minute and after realizing it was me, GOSH!

'YOU BANANA WHIPPED CREAM WITH FRIES EATER! YOU MONKEY FAIRY WITH GIANT FEET WHICH DRAG YOU TO THE GROUND WHEN YOU FLY!' - she cursed colorfully after smacking my butt so hard that I wish it had teeth to bite her back.

'I'm sorry!' - I said as I stole one of the cookies laying by and ran to my room. She yelled something which I didn't hear, before climbing the stairs.

My mom and I don't share a close relationship as any mother and daughter. Yet we really try to, most of the time and it just doesn't work. No matter how hard.

It was hard for my mother to except that I wasn't like any other girl. I was rough, tough, had lots of boy friends, loathed pink, played with cars and guns, in short a tomboy.

I remember when I used to assume she hated me till I asked her why. And both her and my dad told me that, during my mom's pregnancy, the sonar had predicted that they'd have a boy. they'd already made up with their mind that they were expecting a second boy in the house till my birth, and my mom realized I was a girl

. Everybody was just as shocked. Ever since a child, I was always closer to my dad than my mom. Hence I call her by her name, Beth in short for Bethany. But in the end she's my mother.

I closed the door as soon as I entered my room, then tossed myself on my comfy bed. Maybe if I lay down a bit and I'll shower later, yeah? Great! Releasing a heavy breath, I took a small bite from a chip cookie in my hand.

Did every human on earth ever get bored of their lives sometimes? I doubt! Maybe I was the only one. Everyone including homeless hobos would be grateful of their everyday blessing of living.