I wake up on Sunday morning relatively early, at 9:30 am.
What? It's early for me.
I get up and stumble to bathroom and then downstairs to have breakfast.
Still in pjs, because why not?
"Morning." my dad says while sipping his coffee.
"Where's the 'good'?" I chuckle while pouring the glorious black liquid.
Oh so- MORNING COFFEE.
Gotta survive the day, fellas.
"It's a morning. It's never good."
As you can see, I'm more similar to my dad than to my mom.
"Whatcha doin'?" I sit at the table next to him while he goes through the papers and has laptop in front of him.
He works as a lawyer and has so much work everyday. But, he still manages to make time for his family.
"Here-" he passes me few papers. "-see if there's any Cecile Thompson in this bunch."
"She sounds like trying to win a divorce, middle aged woman with a chihuahua." I start going through papers.
"That's half true, though." he chuckles.
The pile of Cecile Thompson starts to grow.
"Look at you go, sweet pea."
In that moment, mom gets from upstairs with bags under her eyes.
"He has EIGHT-"
"EIGHT years!" she whisper-shouts.
"And has energy like you filled him with a tank."
Me and dad start chuckling at her, maybe after all I got some of her genes too.
"Maybe we should get a babysitter?" dad suggests.
"Yeah, I'm tired of watching him over as well." I say.
"Where do we get money, Hank?" mom enters the kitchen and starts pouring coffee.
"I got some bonuses." dad wiggles his eyebrows.
Someone has his life on its track.
"Really??" mom widens her eyes.
"That's amazing, honey!" she hugs dad tightly.
I scrunch my nose feeling her tightness even though she's not hugging me.
"First Hank then honey...Okay!" he squints his eyes at her and she giggles.
I smile at the two, how they look like a real married couple.
Still got some funny crap, not being totally boomer-ish.
"Oh God..." mom holds her forehead.
"I forgot Lindsay and Paul are coming today!" she shouts.
...
NO! NOT THEM!
Their kids are the WORST!
They use me as a sculpture to hang on on and throw bagels at me.
Monsters.
"Oh! I just REMEMBERED I have...stuff to do." I stand up and start sprinting upstairs.
"Sage! Not so fast." mom grabs me by the sleeve.
Crap, don't make me go shopping again!
"Get back in 3 hours, you need to help me with food."
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His Barrier
Teen FictionCOMPLETED ✓ (edited 26th February 2023) Many teenagers deal with peer problems and social anxiety; well, there you meet Sage Parker. Not your very typical, but typical 17 year-old. She didn't have a problem with that; she loves being alone, enjoyin...
