I got back home grinning ear to ear, at this point my face was going to have the muscles of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"Look at who's so chipper."

I turned my head and saw my mom. Why was mom home? I thought she had work today. She always works Wednesdays, "So mom, not to sound unhappy or anything but why are you home?"

"Well, honey-"

"Oh no, you didn't get fired right?!"

"No dear, I still have my job." She laughed as if it were a ridiculous thing to suggest, "I just have some news. Mijo, I'm pregnant."

Shock was the only word I could use to describe how I was feeling. My mom... she was, pregnant? I was going to have a little brother or a little sister?

"S-so who's the father?"

"Well, I didn't want to tell you but a couple of months ago I started dating someone. His name is Thomas, he's really sweet and funny. You'd love him."

"But, do you love him?"

"I do... I really do."

"Does he know? Does he know that you're pregnant?"

"I haven't told him yet, I wanted you to know first."

"Mom, you can go to tell him. It's okay, go ahead and go."

"Thank you, sweetie."

So she stood up and ran out the door, phone in hand. Well, that was going to be a lot to process. Soon there was going to be a little baby in the house. Was Thomas going to move in?

Shit! Homework! Wait, no, it's Wednesday. They don't give homework on Wednesdays, what am I going to do? I wasn't exactly in the mood for reading and I was not exactly a sporty person. Whatever I can just watch some TV or something. I sat down on a couch and turned on the TV. I started flipping through channels, some lame Bigfoot hunter show. Arrow, which is way too edgy now. Ooh, Food Channel, and it's Chopped!

Ted Allen, told the chefs that they had to make an entree made with passion fruit, fresco cheese, goose breast, and black garlic. I watched the chefs starting planning their meals, one guy was going to make passion fruit drink and then make goose stuffed with cheese or something like that. I watched them start cooking, it was really inspiring. I thought back to when Danny asked me what I wanted to be? Maybe I want to be a chef? That could be interesting, maybe I would run my own restaurant? That would be really cool actually.

I slowly started to drift off, my eyes feeling like they weighed tons. I felt so tired, well I guess I was going to take my evening nap. And of course I had a dream, when don't I? I was in a dark alleyway, there was a body on the ground. I was on top of the body, I was kneeling on his body. I punched and crushed his windpipes, trying to kill him. I think I succeeded. I seemed to be worried, I didn't know what to but run.

I woke up in a cold sweat, in the safety of my own home. It's probably not healthy to have dreams about killing someone you don't know. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything, that'd be weird. Besides, it's not like I'm a killer. I don't just wake up and have the urge to kill someone.

Dreams are dreams, they don't mean anything. I saw that another episode of Chopped started and kept on watching that, there was nothing wrong with me.