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Could you just, at the very least, read it to sort of, satisfy my ego? No..? I see, well then...I guess you're out of my will.
Oh! Now you're interested, well good, you just read it, and we'll see what you get when I die....'>
Shattered out of blissful sleep by my bedroom door slamming open into the wall, my eyes shoot open underneath the covers while comprehending my mother's screaming.
"Get your ass out of that bed. You're not going to spend this whole summer sleeping."
What the Hell is happening? Who died? Oh, that's right, I remember now. I'm supposed to be getting a job. All I can do is sleepily grunt at her in recognition.
"I'm giving you five minutes to be outside. If you're not going to look for work, you'll be workin' outside with me. And John."
I wait for the door to close before dramatically rolling onto the floor. Staring at my ceiling, my mind reels into action. I remember it being Thursday, thinking this is the first Thursday of my last summer vacation. I reach my foot into the entertainment center and switch on the CD player, while wondering if five minutes is enough time to eat something.
Of course, some obscenely generic pop-punk band comes bellowing out of my speakers giving me another fright and worry that She will be rushing in here again to scream accusations of failure at me. I wait, holding my breath, sitting like a battered wife on the floor, holding the mute button with an outstretched hand. Nothing. I breathe.
God, I hate being outside. I'll need something to reveal my sickly pale legs so I'll be able to climb in and out of that scum-filled pond. It's more than likely I'll be forced to scrub that tub while fish and mesquito larvae swim around, and occasionally chew on, my feet.
Oh! Now you're interested, well good, you just read it, and we'll see what you get when I die....'>
Shattered out of blissful sleep by my bedroom door slamming open into the wall, my eyes shoot open underneath the covers while comprehending my mother's screaming.
"Get your ass out of that bed. You're not going to spend this whole summer sleeping."
What the Hell is happening? Who died? Oh, that's right, I remember now. I'm supposed to be getting a job. All I can do is sleepily grunt at her in recognition.
"I'm giving you five minutes to be outside. If you're not going to look for work, you'll be workin' outside with me. And John."
I wait for the door to close before dramatically rolling onto the floor. Staring at my ceiling, my mind reels into action. I remember it being Thursday, thinking this is the first Thursday of my last summer vacation. I reach my foot into the entertainment center and switch on the CD player, while wondering if five minutes is enough time to eat something.
Of course, some obscenely generic pop-punk band comes bellowing out of my speakers giving me another fright and worry that She will be rushing in here again to scream accusations of failure at me. I wait, holding my breath, sitting like a battered wife on the floor, holding the mute button with an outstretched hand. Nothing. I breathe.
God, I hate being outside. I'll need something to reveal my sickly pale legs so I'll be able to climb in and out of that scum-filled pond. It's more than likely I'll be forced to scrub that tub while fish and mesquito larvae swim around, and occasionally chew on, my feet.