A year ago today is when it officially started. I was walking home from- Hold on. Let me start at the beginning of the day.

We don't believe, what's on-

7:00 a.m. I slam my hand against the snooze button as I groan in pain. Last night was great, but at the moment, I don't feel great. My friend, Taya, had asked if I wanted to go roller skating and I said yes. But now I'm slightly regretting it. But only slightly.

Knock, knock, knock.

And, that's my mom. If I don't come out of my room within a minute of my alarm going off, she assumes I fell back to sleep. 

"I'm up, Mom. It's fine," I tell her through the closed door. 

"Alright. Be out in 5 minutes or I'm coming back to check on you. Also, pancakes are ready," she demands. As she walks away, I quietly whisper,

"You know I hate pancakes." Yes, I know. Don't scream at me. Every time I tell someone I hate pancakes they get all upset and defensive. Why? It honestly makes no sense. Can't I just hate my pancakes in peace?
Well, back to the story. As I get out if my bed and groan in frustration as my legs get tangled up in my sheets. I don't even know why I have sheets on my bed. Probably because my mom insists. I open my closet door and look at every piece of fabric in sight. Nothing. Why can I never choose something to wear? Sweatpants and a hoodie it is. Grabbing my favorite Twenty One Pilots hoodie I walk over to my dresser and open the bottom drawer. As I scan the ocean of sweats I tug my pajamas off. I always try to pick a different pair of sweatpants to wear, but I always seem to gravitate towards my olive green ones. Oh well. At least I know I love them. Managing to get dressed within five minutes, I clammer down the stairs into the kitchen. Smelling the pancakes I sit down at the bar. I like the smell, I'll admit, but I don't like the taste.

"So, you decided to get up." My mom says with her back turned to me.

"I was up. I just wasn't out of bed yet. But I was still going to get easy before I had to leave," I snap back. 

"Watch that attitude of yours," she tells me. "You didn't just get you're blonde hair from your father, you also got his sassiness."
I roll my eyes just as she turns around with a plate full of pancakes. She scowls and slides the plate towards me, catching my eye roll.

"Eat," she demands. 

"I don't like pancakes. I'll just eat at school," is all I say as I get up to get a glass of water.

"Why? You know it's not good for you."

"And you know that I hate pancakes," I talk back, even though I know it'll hurt her pride. She's always felt like she's the best mom there could be. But she's not. So when I disobey her or talk back, it ruins her motherly pride little by little. But I really don't care. She treats me like I'm just there to obey her and make her look like a great mom. 

"Just go get ready for school," my mom says annoyed and hurt. Putting down my now empty glass, I trudge back towards my room and up the stairs. Sometimes I hate being on the second floor, but other times I love, because my mom's on the first floor and that's a whole level I can get away from her. 

When I finally reach my room, I stuff my books and computer into my backpack and pull my converse on. I unplug my phone my and grab my earbuds just as a horn honks.
Taya. Just in time.
Running down the stairs my mom yells my name,

"RAYNE!"

"COMING!" I yell back. Just as I make it down the stairs my mom walks out of the kitchen with my lunch and a fifty dollar bill in her hands. 

"Why don't you and Taya go do something fun after school?"

"Sure. Thanks Mom," I say, trying to hide my surprise, but failing miserably. 

"But make sure you save some of it for dinner. I won't be home until eleven. So you'll want to get dinner, too. Okay?" She urges. 

"Okay. Love you, bye," I agree as I give her a hug and take the things out of her hands. 

"Love you, too. Bye," she says returning the hug. Just as I pull away Taya honks the horn again. 

"Coming," I mutter under my breath. Opening the door I see Taya's old Dodge Caravan in our driveway. For some reason she's always wanted to get a mom car for her first car. So far she hasn't gotten in any car wrecks. But then again, she's only had her listen se for a month. Taya stretches and yawns just as I open the door and says,

"Slowpoke."

"Practice your patience. I was saying goodbye to my mom. And..." I say as I hold up the fifty dollar bill. " I just so happened to be getting this."

"Wait, what? For real? Can we go shopping?" She exclaims reaching for it.

"Yes. After school," I tell her, snatching the bill away. With a disappointed look reaching her face, she pulls out of our driveway. On to the worst place ever.

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