Jonathan
Nickel must think I'm weird. After last night of watching Netflix and eating chips I didn't go to school. I hope she doesn't think I bailed because of last night, really hope she doesn't, because I bailed-
I didn't bail! I'm sick, or have a fever if we're going to get picky. I think I ate too many bags of chips… But this used to happen every time we could hang out at my house. She'd come over with the new brand of potato chips, I'd take out my new brands and we'd converse.
The front door opens and I hear my mother struggle to get through the opening with all her luggage. I stay on the couch. I'm in the room beside her, so I guess she didn't hear me or see me and she calls someone saying, "I'm home. Want me to go over there or you want to come here?" What? I understand that Tiffany is out on a work trip for two days, but Louise, the mother on the phone right now wouldn't need to go anywhere because she has jobs here in town. I was about to get up when I hear her swoon, "Alright Alexander, I'll get ready."
I nearly fainted. Who's Alexander?
"Alright, when do you want me to meet you? 8 would work for me. What should I wear? Do you want me to bring anything, just myself? Ok. See you then, bye!" She hangs up the phone.
Who's Alexander?
I don't know.
Is your precious mommy straight?
No she can't be, she has a wife.
Haven't you seen those shows about people cheating, it really happens.
Shut up.
You know it does.
Shut up!
She's probably planning a date as we speak.
Mom would never do that.
How do you know? You're crazy, remember?
I'm not crazy.
Kuku.
Stop. Just STOP.
Kuku.
I hear the front door close and the house grows silent again. Damn it, she left.