The sound of my alarm clock ricocheted off of my bedroom

walls, making my already splitting headache become worse.

I sigh, grumbling to myself,

"I really need to stop drinking on a school night"

Suddenly, my mother waltzes in with that sickeningly sweet smile painted on her face.

"Darling, what are you still doing in bed? You don't want to keep your lovely girlfriend

waiting, do you?"

she chuckled, somehow making my headache even worse.

"Also, what kind of PP pill does she use?"

I groaned.

It was too early for these questions.

"If you ask me, I think she uses the "Perfectly polite” one. You know, the green one."

"I don't know mom.."

She chuckled again,

"Alright, how about you ask her about it at school later? I'll go get breakfast ready

for you."

And with a smile too wide, she left my room, the automatic door shutting behind her, her unnerving smile still burned into my mind, making me shudder as I got out of bed.

Walking over to my dresser I spotted my usual pastel yellow varsity jacket and black

T-shirt, as well as my tattered grey jeans.

Putting on my clothes I made my way to the bathroom and relieved myself.

Afterward, I took a look at my reflection in the mirror.

Not too bad.

Just light eye bags and tousled hair, nothing a splash of water couldn't fix.

"Aristotle!"

My mother called.

"Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming!"

I shouted back, quickly running a comb through my hair and dashing out of my room

and into the kitchen, the sweet smell of maple and bacon filling my senses.

today was going to be a good day.