Chapter 10 â€"Threats
I stay up most of the night writing quotes and lyrics on my jeans. I wear them to school the next day and get a few complements.
I’m laying on my bed staring at the ceiling when Mother Dearest rushes in. Without knocking, but nothing new there. She looks angry. I turn off my stereo, but keep my finger on the button just in case. Mother glares at me.
Mom: What do you have to say for yourself?
Now this is a hard question. I have no clue what I did this time. Well, I can think of a few things, but I don’t know which one she’s referring to.
Me: …
She pulls out the jeans. Oh god, this should be good. I try to remember what I wrote on there.
Mom: ‘I kill you in my dreams, I turn the other cheek during the day, I’ll kill you all’?
Huh? That is a quote from Live. Who cares?
Mom: You are a threat to other people!
That’s news to me.
Mom: You’re going to pull a Columbine!!
What?! Where the hell would I get a gun?
Mom: You would be suspended for a year if anyone saw that!!!
Whatever. I hope she leaves soon. Naturally, she doesn’t. She drones on and on and on….
Me: Get out of my room.
Mom: No!
Me: Bye…
I press the power button on my stereo and turn it up. Really loud. Mom leaves in a huff.
I sink back onto my pillows. Why can’t she leave me the hell alone?
I stay up most of the night writing quotes and lyrics on my jeans. I wear them to school the next day and get a few complements.
I’m laying on my bed staring at the ceiling when Mother Dearest rushes in. Without knocking, but nothing new there. She looks angry. I turn off my stereo, but keep my finger on the button just in case. Mother glares at me.
Mom: What do you have to say for yourself?
Now this is a hard question. I have no clue what I did this time. Well, I can think of a few things, but I don’t know which one she’s referring to.
Me: …
She pulls out the jeans. Oh god, this should be good. I try to remember what I wrote on there.
Mom: ‘I kill you in my dreams, I turn the other cheek during the day, I’ll kill you all’?
Huh? That is a quote from Live. Who cares?
Mom: You are a threat to other people!
That’s news to me.
Mom: You’re going to pull a Columbine!!
What?! Where the hell would I get a gun?
Mom: You would be suspended for a year if anyone saw that!!!
Whatever. I hope she leaves soon. Naturally, she doesn’t. She drones on and on and on….
Me: Get out of my room.
Mom: No!
Me: Bye…
I press the power button on my stereo and turn it up. Really loud. Mom leaves in a huff.
I sink back onto my pillows. Why can’t she leave me the hell alone?