"All you have to do is ask what he wants done to his room! Paint, rug, comforter, plants, tables, wood!" My mother said, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"Can you write it down?" I asked, staring at the table. I heard a pen tearing its way across a piece of paper.
"Here, take it." She said, handing me the paper. I nodded, taking it and examining it.
"Please, be polite." My mother said, rubbing her temples. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course. I love you, see you at 9?" I asked, looking at the floor.
"Yes. I'll be home around then. Order a pizza. Love you, too." My mother said, placing money on the kitchen island. I nodded as she stepped outside of our home. I had my keys in my hand and was dressed semiprofessional, similar as yesterday. We got into our separate cars, and I drove off.
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