Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 128
I technically ruined the plan…or my mother did.
Instead of waking up at 6 o’clock and pretending to
attend school like Jonah and I planned, my mother
allowed me to sleep in until 8, an hour into the
school day.
“Wake up, birthday girl,” my mother sang as she
entered my room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I’d
been up all night on the phone with Jonah and then
my father. I stayed up until 2 in the morning just
talking to my dad. My dad was the first one to tell me
happy birthday; he said he wishes he was here with
us to say it in person but his job wouldn’t allow that.
I told him that it was okay and that it’s only a
birthday. I’ll have plenty more in the future.
I groaned and laid back down, putting a pillow over
my face. My mother just laughed. “Birthday girl
breakfast is on the stove; you better hurry up or else
Jer will finish it before you; it’s your favorite.”
I sat up immediately and rushed to the bathroom.
After showering, I realized that I had to call Jonah. I
checked my phone to see text messages from my
friends saying ‘Happy Birthday’ and a voice mail that
I’m scared to open from Mere. She tends to be loud
about birthdays.
“You’re late, birthday girl,” Jonah said. Why is
everyone calling me that?
I groaned. “I know, my mother let me sleep in. Can
the plan wait until ten? I have breakfast on the table;
it’s my favorite.” I grinned at the thought of eating
my favorite breakfast and then spending the day
with my favorite guy. Francis…kidding.
“Fine, just know that we’re going to be eating, too,
so don’t eat too much,” Jonah told me and I rolled
my eyes.
“That’s impossible,” I retorted and he laughed. We
hung up and I ran down the stairs, or at least I tried
but I was encased in a bear hug by my only brother,
Jeremiah.
“Hello, birthday sister!” Okay, I prefer birthday girl.
“How does it feel to be 17?”
“That’s a stupid question. I’ve only been seventeen
for a few hours; besides, it’s not like you feel like
you’re flying once you turn a certain age.”
“Oh yeah? Wait until you turn 18,” my brother patted
my head as we walked down the stairs.
At the table, I was greeted with bacon, eggs, bagels,
muffins, and chocolate chip pancakes. My mom
went all out. She made pancakes for my idiot
brother, but added chocolate chips for me.
Remembering Jonah’s reminder, I groaned. Forget
that! I dove into the plate of pancakes, placing three
onto my plate before buttering them up and soaking
them in the thick syrup. Thank you, Canadians.
After I finished eating, I felt stuffed and was
convinced that I couldn’t move. “Well, I’m off to
class. I’ll see you guys in two hours,” Jer stood up
and walked out of the house, grabbing his bag that
was on the couch.
I realized that my mother allowed me to say home,
something she never did. “Mom…why am I here?”
“Well, your father and I loved each other-,” I cut her
off immediately, disgust taking over my features.
“No, no, no, not that! Please, not that. What I meant
was why am I home? It’s 9:30 AM and it’s a
Wednesday, meaning it’s a school day yet here I am,
eating like a pig,” I explained as she stood up and
walked over to the sink.
My mother shrugged. “I heard you talking to Jonah
about skipping school, which I do not appreciate
young lady, so I decided to allow you to sleep in and
stay home- with my approval. You barely miss
school and when you do, it’s because you’re sick, so
why not?”
I was quiet for a minute. “Does this mean I can stay
home any day?”
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