"I'm not a brain scientist like you Mom!" I screamed down the hall before slamming my door shut in front of her furious face.
I didn't care, having all her children go to college was her dream, not mine. All I wanted to do was fight crime and spend time with Ron while I could, I'm not ignorant, spies don't live forever. I can't keep riding off Ron's sheer dumb luck and my skills and youth forever. Its inevitable the career will eventually kill me, but its all I want to do. Nothing else besides cheer even comes close to giving me the adrenaline and thrill of completing a mission.
I crossed my room and flopped onto my bed closing my eyes. With one arms I reached for my pillow and buried my face in it.
All my old enemies were gone, arrested for life in max security or dead. Every day more conniving and worse enemies moved in. To make matters worse it's getting harder to avoid paparazzi. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sneak up on someone if twenty cameras are following closely behind with their flashes on?! Maybe my mom has a point. Maybe it's time to retire.
A repeated buzzing sound emanated from my side stand, and i felt around till my phone was grasped in my hands and flicked it on facing my pillow covered face.
"What." I said unenthusiastically.
"Oh get up you big baby, it's your birthday for goodness sake." Monique chattered, "You're not a teenager anymore, the big twenty!"
"It's just another excuse for my mom to tell me its not too late to go to school." I complained beneath the muffling pillow.
"Your dad supports you though?" Monique asked hopefully.
"He does, but he'd never oppose my mom, you know how she gets sometimes.."
"Well don't let it get you down, call your Ronny-poo and go get some!" she laughed.
"You know I hate it when you call him that." I growled smiling underneath the pillow.
I slowly lowered the pillow from my eyes and through a mess of red hair I saw Monique stifling a giggle.
"What?!"
She stopped her giggle fit and looked at me with all seriousness, "get out of the house you goof."
She signed off leaving me staring at a blank phone and the whitewash ceiling behind it. Ron… maybe He'd make me feel better, but I don't really feel up to it. I'd much rather just wait here till my birthday blows over. It was a stupid idea to visit my parents for my birthday anyways, should've just stayed at the apartment.