Thursday, April 26, 2007

M-O-M-S

The alarm rings and it is 6:40 am. You take a while to think and today is A-day, you start at 9:30. Who the hell took the alarm and switched it to 6:40? You decide get a few more minutes of sleep so you turn over to resume the position that you were in when you were quietly asleep. A couple seconds flash by in your mind and all of a sudden, phones are ringing everywhere. You take a look at the clock, it is 8:50 and you take a look at your phone; “15 missed calls.” You hesitantly open the phone to see who called you and you see the last thing you ever wanted to see. You have 15 missed calls from your mom with 10 voicemails attached to it. You don’t even dare to listen to the shriek of your mom’s voice through the phone and decide to get up and start getting ready. You quickly get up, splash some water on your face, brush your teeth, put on some decent clothes, grab your contacts and blaze out of the door. Doomsday is waiting in the car. Your mom glares at you as you come blistering down the hallway. You contemplate running back home and not going to school just to avoid the confrontation that is awaiting you in the car. You decide that it will be even harder to fess up to your mom if you ditch school today. Therefore, you end up opening the car door and immediately, you feel as though you are in a movie with the ultimate surround sound package. Yells are coming from all over, bombs dropping in front, behind, on the side of you. You do not dare to look up at your mom and quietly bolster yourself up on to the seat and take the bombardment for another 15 minutes, until you arrive to school. Finally a save haven, home base, but yet, your mom does not let you leave the car. Its one hit after another, the yells are deafening and you start to lose your cool. You want to shout back but that will only lead to the heavy artillery, the nukes will start dropping left and right and destroy you into pieces within a matter of seconds. You have to hold it in until you bolt out of the car and hear the screeching of the car’s tires.

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