By: Bakunawa

7th Twist

-Just a lie you got to rise above-

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white

Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep!

What was that? I grabbed for my iPhone that I remembered setting on the desk beside me. I don'tI recall setting it for an alarm though.

I opened the phone and cringed at the screen. It was not an alarm going off though... it was worse.

My mother was calling.

"N'yeah?" I answered the phone tersely.

"Is that how you will always answer your mother?" Mom's clipped tone talked back.

"What d'you want, Ma?" I asked, slurring. What time is it? It felt like 3 a.m. I do not want to pull out of this comfortable cocoon of down sheets I have somehow created during sleep.

I heard her sigh, long and low. Good. She was already pissed off at something. This conversation will not end well but will be short.

"I was going to ask how you were."

"I'm fine."

"Are you still in bed?"


"It's 7:13. Shouldn't you be getting up and getting dressed."


"You ought to get up and get dressed."

"Don't wanna."

"You're acting like a child."

I paused. Fuck, I clearly could not think of a retort. My brain requires at least 2 cups of hot coffee to function properly.

"Just cut to the chase, mom," I said, reaching down to scratch a foot. "You never do social calls unless I need bailing out of prison, which has never happened to me before because I was never caught. So, no, you would never do a social call. Ever."

Another sigh from the normal unperturbed stick-up-her-ass woman. "I just want to remind you of what we've agreed upon."

"Like I need any reminders." I rolled my eyes.

"This is your last chance, Yuuri."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You are clearly not taking this seriously."

I snorted.

"This is your life, Yuuri," my mother added, "Fail this and it is forfeit."

"Well, it feels like it is already. Have you even came to see this place? It's a joke."

"It is the best that we can find at such short notice."

"You could have spared 15 more minutes to google something better."

"We've already secured it for you, so don't argue with me."

"Are we done? I want a few more minutes of shut eye please."

"This is your last chance, Yuuri," she repeated, "Please make this happen." I could just imagine her rubbing her temple as she practically pleaded.

She normally never pleads for anything. Maybe it was just one of those days for her.

"Don't worry about it," I answered her in a surprisingly soft tone.

I would normally never assure my mother for anything either. I always enjoyed disappointing her. Perhaps it was one of those days for me too.

The call ended without goodbyes and I was left cringing at my own response. I huddled myself deeper in my sheets groaning out my own ridiculousness.

Goddamn woman, calling in like she actually cared.

I know my own mother and she would have called at least the school council president or someone closer to that position to check up if I've made any extensive damage. She would have already known the incidents yesterday and might have written a check for the claimed damages even before calling me.

It was just really weird why she kept her temper at a minimum this time around.

"Whatever..." I sighed before resigning myself to return to lala land.

Intro script: "No such Thing" by John Mayer.