Amelia's Pov
"Amelia, Amelia, where are you honey?" My mom shouted from upstairs.
"I'm downstairs mom." I replied.
She started coming down the stairs. " Ohh, I had gone to your room to-" She paused on the stairs, turned her head sideways and started sniffing. "- Wait, what is that smell?"
I smiled at her and said, " Ohh, I made breakfast, your favorite, pancakes and you are just in time." She placed her hand on her forehead and shook her head.
Why did she do that? Is she tired? Does she have a headache? Did she start hating pancakes?
" Mom, I can make you something else if you like." I said trying to make her stop shaking her head.
She stopped shaking her head and looked at me pitifully. " Amelia, sweetie, I just went to your bedroom to wake you up for school and here you are making breakfast for everyone. I told you not to overwork yourself honey, you went to bed very late last night. You know you can't be weary for the new term on the first day of school."
Every mom loves a hardworking child, coincidentally that's what my name means- Amelia-hardworking. It's not that she does not like that I'm a responsible girl. It's just that she thinks it's a bit abnormal, that a 16year old teenager loves being responsible as much as I do.
But as for me, I don't think it's abnormal. I think that it's great I'm responsible so that I can become a great independent woman in the future.
" It's okay mom. You know it is my first day of the new term and I want everything to be perfect. Enjoy your breakfast, I'm off to school."
Having said that, l trotted out off the kitchen, grabbed my bag from the couch in the lounge, and walked to the door. I opened the door, went out and before I closed it I smiled at my mom. A smile that said 'don't worry about me I'm not an abnormal teenage girl'
Freddy's Pov
" So you are 17 years old and have never had chicken pox since you were a child? " The lady doctor in a thick red cardigan and glasses asks me. She looks around 50 years.
" Yeah" I reply, wondering what she was trying to point out.
"I'm afraid but you are going to have chicken pox, very soon" She says in straight face.
"Umm...what... why, why would you say something like that? " I ask, taking what she said to be incredulous, I shift in my chair wishing that she was joking.
" You have never had chicken pox Mr Collins, and you are bound to have it anytime. I must say I am very sorry for you, because you are a very young and handsome man. I can already imagine the pox on your well shaped cheeks, the bridge of your nose,on your full pink lips-"
I cover my ears and shout," No, no..."
I can't take what she is saying to me anymore.
She becomes even more serious and stands up from her chair, then points at me and says," Pox, pox, pox."
" No, no, no" I continue to yell at the top of my voice.
"Pox, pox, pox." She continues to say and starts laughing mischievously.
"No stop, no" I tighten my hands around my ears, to stop myself from hearing what she is saying. What's wrong with this lady?
Knock knock knock!!
What is that sound?
Knock knock knock!!
I open my eyes, and realize that it was a dream. I exhale softly, and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand. That dream was so bad I actually started sweating. What a nightmare that was.
Knock knock
I look towards the door and realize someone has been knocking for a while. I yawn and say, " I'm coming." I rub my eyes and remove, the covers from my body. I walk towards the door and open it to see my mom standing by the door, with one hand on her waist, she's tapping her foot on the floor repeatedly and looking at me angrily.
"Hey mom" I say nonchalantly.
"Hey mom, hey mom, really, " she said mimicking me. "I've been knocking this door for about 5 minutes and what you say is hey mom, do you know how late you are for school on your first day?, didn't you set the alarm?"
"Aaah" I say rubbing my palm against my neck.
"You know what, just go and take a bath, go go. " She said to me, waving her hands in the direction of my room. " And be quick" she then turned on her heel and walked away.
"Damn, it's a school day" I muttered under my breath when I entered my room, I walked to my bed then fell on it, not wanting to go school.
Why does school open on the day I don't want to go to school? Why is school even there? What is the meaning of school? Shitty school.
"Freddy, you better not be laying on your bed" my mother said through the door.
Why couldn't she just let me be?
" Yeah mom" I groan then drag myself of the bed and walk towards the bathroom.
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I trotted down the stairs, and threw my bag to the couch, then jumped over the kitchen counter separating the humungous lounge from the slightly small kitchen.
" I'm ready mom"
" Finally the naughty boy of the hour has arrived" my mom said in an emotionless expression.
"You know that I'm your naughty boy right?" I said trying to make her smile and it worked.
My mom's a very calm and gentle kind of person. She never raises her voice at me neither is she the commanding and demanding type unless something triggers it. Not just anything but something that can really cause her to swell up on the inside. Yesterday evening, my good for nothing father came home in a drunken state telling my mom that he had a new girlfriend.
At the sight of that I just couldn't stop myself, from the stairs I was walking from, I found myself violently pushing him out of the front door. In the process he grabbed my arm and said " Son you going to have a new mother, leave this wo... woman." Contempt, loathe and agony laced my veins.
He couldn't say that.
I held my fists into two tight balls, I was ready for anything that moment that could land me in jail. His alcoholic breathe hovered around my nose, I detested that smell. It's not like I didn't drink, I just hated the smell coming from him even more, it made want to hit him.
At that exact moment, I didn't know what to do, so I just tugged my arm away from him and slammed the door in his face. My mom was already running up the stairs crying, and I just stood there boiling with frustration. Sometime after, I went upstairs and stood in front of my mom's room listening to her cry, she was probably going to cry herself to sleep.
I went to my room to get dressed and then went to Dan's house. I didn't want to leave my mom but I had a huge problem with calming down women and I was really mad that night, so I just decided to go party and drink to slip of time.
When I was done with my breakfast. I grabbed my bag pack and went through the front door, but before I closed it. I looked at my mom with a faint smile and said, " Are u going to be alright by yourself here?"
She smiled at me,faintly, appreciating my concern then shook her head in a vertical direction. Then I closed the door.