Hey Bear...i mean Mom..
My parents don’t get mad much. But when they do, it’s pretty bad. The problem is, also, that I can never expect it. Usually I err on the side of assuming they’ll get madder than they actually do. When I err the other way, I kind of sort of wish I was dead.
So I drove Peter home. Peter lives in Stouffville. But come on, I couldn’t just leave him stranded. Well, I could have, but not in good conscience. Point is, this is what happened when I got home:
Jelena: Yo guy, I’m home.Mom: Where does this kid live?Jelena: Uhhh, he was just a little out of the way……*avoids eyes*Mom: *starts growling* WHERE?Jelena: Stouffville? Maybe?Mom: AHEAJRGHAEKFASFJASERFIOWGRDHF, it’s like that time you did that other stupid thing, and aAHSDGFIAWRGIAGRA your marks are probably going to drop!!Notice the irrelevant nature of her last comment. This is what the conversation should have looked like:
Jelena: Yo guy, I’m home.Mom: Where does this kid live?Jelena: Uhhh, he was just a little out of the way……*avoids eyes*Mom: *starts growling* WHERE?Jelena: He’s off Ramerville, closer to carlton. Near where Miki’s ex-girlfriend lives. You know, that one that he used to go biking to see. Like that time he went without telling you, and we had to track down her phone number, because we thought he’d been kidnapped.Mom: Oh that Miki, what a card! Let’s eat!Frig. Except I couldn’t lie to save my life. My life in this case being the use of the car for the break. I’m hoping this wears off, because I might go insane without it. I was just trying to be nice. I got caught in a situation that I couldn’t get out of, couldn’t say no to.
While I was driving up there, sure, I was thinking of what they were going to say, and how they might be mad, etc. But on the way back, I forgot all of it, because I was too busy being proud of myself. I had to balls to go up there on some streets without any lights on my own. I don’t need freaking supervision. I’m tired of acting so scared all the time. Nothing happened. The chances of anything going wrong were miniscule. Being worried was a waste of time. Being happy, feeling adventurous, independent and BRAVE was a very good use of my time I think.
I don’t care what anyone thinks, it was my small victory. Except for the part where I do care, and that’s where they have the car. And I don’t. EFF.
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