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"Wake up Blake, it's the last day of school," Ana,
who also goes by the name of my mother, exclaimed, whilst
storming through my bedroom door.
I rolled across my bed and sat up in some form of response,
"All the more reason to not go in," I groaned,
tiredly.
I don't know why I disliked school, it's not like I was
bullied, I had a friend and that was more than enough. I even
enjoyed learning new things, especially geography that was my
favourite subject. So, perhaps it was the whole idea of spending
over 30 hours a week being told what to do and how to do
it.
"Hey, I need to ask you something," Ana sat down on my
bed next to me, "So, it's your birthday tommorow and are
you sure there isn't anything you want?"
I was due to blow out 18 candles, and my mother kept pestering me
about what I wanted her to get me. But every time I told her
"I don't mind", because my one request was always
rejected. The only thing I really wanted.
"You know what I want," I said, looking to the floor.
She shifted slightly, almost clenching her fists in frustration.
"All I want is to visit the city, I don't care which, or
even how long, please Mom, I would never ask for anything
else," I asked, almost whining, like a little child asking
for candy.
Her expression said it all, "I'm sorry, but you know you
can't, and you know exactly why,"
Her reasons we're always ridculous and most enforced by her
husband,Tom , who she married after my father passed.
"Give me one good reason," I challanged,
"You know how unsafe it is out there, what if you got hurt,
I would never be able to live with myself,"
Anger filled me now,
"Ugh! You always create a drama out of nothing, this
isn't the Oscars Mom, I just want a weekend visit, loads of
people do and return alive!" I growled and leaped out of bed
and to my wardrobe.
She always came out with rubbish like that, ridiculous
circumstances, once she even described what kind of murders
happen in the city, it genuinley gave me nightmares.
"Look, I know you don't understand, but I'm saying
this because I love you,"
"No, people that love each other, would give the other
person there dreams! It's like you never really put what I
want first," I barked, I whipped round to face her,
"I'm always putting you first," she breathed,
almost in a gasp.
In a steam of anger I replied, "Just like when you left Dad
for Tom, right?" Her face was expressionless, yet hurt still
managed to reach the surface of her face, and pain showed in the
tears that filled her eyes.
I swallowed loudly, "Now if you don't mind, I have to
get dressed for school," I turned and continued rummaging
through the rack. I felt stupid, like a spoilt child, but it just
seemed like she didn't really listen to me most of the time.
But life goes on I guess.
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