When I finally arrive home, all I want to do is go to sleep. I step through the door and plan to just crash on my bed, but luck is not on my side. Stopping for a second to rub my eyes, I see my mother standing before me. Before I can greet her I'm in trouble.
"Astra Briana Cyrene! Where the hell are the groceries?"
Oh lord here we go again.
"I'm sorry?"
"I asked you to pick up groceries. Where are they?"
Checking my phone, I see that she texted me on my way home. I must have been too distracted to see.
"I'm sorry mom. I'm not feeling well today. I didn't see your text. I'll make sure to pick them up tomorrow."
"Why is it that whenever you want something you find a way to get it, but whenever I want something you can never do it?"
"I'm really sorry mom. I didn't intend to do this."
"You never do! I'm sick and tired of how lazy you are! You need to do something with your life. If you're not going to go to school do something else-"
