Mom took away my phone for the rest of the weekend, claiming to give it back when she felt I deserved it. I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long for she had to have some sort of connection with me. We didn’t have a house phone so the cell would be the only way.
Nonetheless, I pretended as though my punishment was effective. I knew if I acted as if I was happy, she’d actually end up punishing me instead of this “grounding” she gave.
I didn’t do much Sunday, mostly stayed in my room. Mom handled Mason downstairs. I could hear her anger growing as her patience waned, yet I did nothing.
She deserved it.
I was being punished for something I had no choice but to do.
Monday came and I awoke late, making sure I spent the least amount of time downstairs. I dressed slowly, taking my time.
When I finally walked downstairs, Mom didn’t acknowledge me at all. I grabbed a banana and a bottle of water, slipping on sneakers. It was silent, for Mason wasn’t awake yet. Mom continued to flip through a magazine.
After I finished my banana, I grabbed my bag, heading out the door.
The bus ride seemed longer than normal. It was moderately quiet for a bus, everyone still tired from the weekend. I leaned my head against the window, resting my eyes for the ride, my thoughts drifting off topic.
Walking into school, I tried my best to avoid my friends. I knew if I started talking, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I never liked dragging them into my troubles.
Unfortunately for me, almost as soon as I got to school, I felt someone fall into step with me.
“Hey Pumpkin” Caden said, walking with me to my locker.
I sighed, spinning my combination “What do you want?”
“Why do you think I want something?”
“Go away, Caden, I’m not in the mood” I grumbled, shoving textbooks into my backpack. He sighed, closing my locker for me.
I guess I don’t need to bring my science textbook to class today.
I pushed past him, walking to the library to finish my essay before school began. I dropped my bag on the floor, taking a seat at one of the computers. Caden took a seat next to me, turning on his computer.
“Caden, seriously, what do you want from me?” I whined, rubbing my eyes.
“How was your weekend?” He asked, trying to change the subject.
I opened up a word document, plugging in my memory stick “It was fine.”
“Your mom called me and told me not to come Saturday. Everything alright?” He asked, sounding concerned.
“Everything’s fine” I said through gritted teeth. I pulled out my hand-written copy, typing furiously.
“You sure? You look a little mad” He teased, nudging my leg with his knee.
“Oh no, I’m just a big ball of sunshine” I muttered sarcastically. “Look, I have to finish this essay, can we chat another time?”
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A Mistaken Kiss
Teen FictionJoanna(Joey) has spent most of her life since her parents' divorce caring for her three year old brother, Mason. That's what she does while her mother goes out every night with a random guy. Joey's life has revolved around her brother. But when her...