The next morning my alarm clock went off around eight, yay time for school. I groaned and dragged myself out of bed feeling weighed down by my sweater. I peeled the salty smelling clothing off and threw it in my hamper. I slipped my robe on and walked groggily to the shower. I turned the water to hot and started to feel my pores open up. I sighed and stepped in feeling the water wash away last nights adventures. My mind kept wondering to that girl who screamed at me. Why did my heart react like that? Was it because of the rush or something else? I'm straight...right? I honestly had no clue because I never went out on a date or even had content with another human other then mother. I heard mother yelling for me downstairs so I shut off the water and shook my hair out. Mother never let me grow my hair out because with it grown out I looked to much like her. I didn't mind short hair it was just so...different from everyone's that I see. I go to my room and slip on a pair of clean sweats and a tank top. The orange went lovely with my skin color. I smiled proud to be half latino and skipped into the kitchen. The walls were a pale yellow that faded over time. The trimings were falling off and the curtain always covered the windows.
My mother was waiting for me with her permenant frown and graying hair. I never knew of a time when my mother was pretty, not even in pictures. She was shorter then me with deep lines in her face. I didn't get why she always frowned, isn't life beautiful when you have freedom. I mean she could go anywhere she'd like unlike me. I sat down at the table and pulled my legs underneath me. My mother slid the chair across from me and cleared her throat.
"We'll go over some of what we did yesterday in the math department then your going to takew a quiz on it," I groaned inwardly and flipped through my notes in the binder she gave me. I never got why I couldn't go to school like everyone else. No one would really notice me right? After I flew through the quiz and the history and biology lessons it was time for lunch. Mother went outside to smoke and I made myself a PB&J sandwich. I sat on the counter chewing the rest of my crust when I heard a loud knock on the door. I jumped up to go answer it when mother beat me to it in a hurry.
"Go to your room," she told me before she opened the door. God she won't even let me open the door to our house. As soon as I turned the corner to the hall I stopped and listened to the voices at the door. No one ever comes to our house so something had to be up.
"Hello Ma'am, how are you this morning?" I heard a old weary lady's voice say. I tilted my head and bit my lip straining to hear my mother's response. To bad I missed it, my mother was to soft spoken when it comes to strangers. It was probably some smart ass comment anyways so I guess it wasn't that important.
"Ma'am I wanted to invite you and whoever else you want to come to a bonfire at the beach tonight," she was smiling I could tell but of course mother said no. But that didn't really mean I couldn't go right?