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Chapter three - Say something you've never said before

My mother practically man handled me, dragging me downstairs to the living room. 

It had been two days since I looked at the list. Savoring it, so to speak. I didn't want to rush it but I certainly didn't want it to drag out too long.

" Honey, Cake Boss is about to marathon. You need to hurry." She said, frantic. I stomped after her. In my eyes, Cake Boss was a show completely based around cakes I would either a) never get to eat or b) feel bad for eating because they look so beautiful. It was a giant tease, I had no motivation to watch it.

" mooooom." I groaned.

" No buts. I just love watching the techniques they use. Hey, maybe we could try to recreate one of their cakes sometime, for your uncle's birthday, or for yours." She wiggled her eyebrows.

I frowned, my nose crunching up, " um, no. No I'd feel bad for eating it."

She rolled her eyes and fell onto the couch. Patting the spot next to her, she said, " come one, pop a squat honey it's really about to start."

An idea hit me. Sure, it wasn't the strongest of moments to use one of the list's ideas, but I felt the urge and I really didn't want to watch Cake Boss, " No mom."

" Honey please. Stop messing around and sit." She shifted in her seat, anxious for beautiful cakes.

I placed my hands on my hip and said something I have never said to my mother before, or ever since for that matter, " no, fuck that. I hate this show and I'm not going to watch that shit."

Firstly, I never cuss in front of or around my mother. Secondly, If I do slip, I will not cuss a second time. That was it, I used two cuss words in one sentence all directed at her.

Her face froze, and all of the sudden she seemed to consist purely of shock, " oh." She blinked a few times, as if unaware that she had just been completely turned down, " I-I... alright. Well, I'll watch it myself then."

" thank you." I gave a nod, and ran back upstairs.

Part of me felt bad. That was rude, dissing her like that. The other part knew she needed to hear the truth and felt more alive at the thought of being bad. Well, bad for me. I didn't think the list's intentions were for the ideas to be used negatively, but it's the thought that counts and I needed to get it off my chest.

I pulled out the list from under my pillow, and crossed off number eight, say something you've never said before.

While I was still thinking about it, I looked up hello in latin.

" Salve." I said, praying that google translate was right just this once. Pronunciation, sal-way. There, I had said it too.