My High school Drama

Chapter 5:The monster state

I needed something to take my mind off everything that had happened at the library. I couldn't wait for Dad to get home; his crazy stories would do the trick. I heard a knock on the door—speak of the devil.

Serena: (opens the door) Oh, welcome, Dad.

Dad: Thanks, my little pumpkin.

Serena: How was your day?

Dad: It was fine, just the usual crazy reports.

Serena: a*********s for me?

Dad: I only have one; today was mostly investigation.

Serena: Okay, let's hear it.

Dad: At least let me freshen up.

Serena: Oh yes, sorry, how rude of me. (grabs his bag and takes it to his room)

Dad goes to his room, takes a shower, and puts on his pajamas. He looks so much more refreshed than when he returned. He sits on the couch, and I join him.

Dad: (sighs in relief) A good bath after a long day always does the trick. I feel so good right now.

Serena: (laughs) Nothing like a good bath.

Dad: Okay, pumpkin, time for the story.

Serena: (leans forward eagerly) Yes, please.

Dad: So it all started when we were receiving so many phone calls at the office.

Serena: Was it something serious?

Dad: It’s really not that serious. They were all calling about a man who was making them uncomfortable.

Serena: (confused) Uncomfortable? How?

Dad: (sighs) Well, apparently the man was running around the neighborhood with no clothes on, claiming to be invisible.

Serena: Invincible? As in Omni-Man’s son, Mark Grayson? I love that show.

Dad: What? No, no—invisible, meaning they can’t see him.

Serena: Oh, I guess that makes more sense.

Dad: Exactly. Who were you talking about?

Serena: Never mind, Dad. Back to the story. Was the man crazy or something? Maybe he’s mad?

Dad: At first, we weren’t taking it seriously, until more and more people called. A woman said he was corrupting her son’s mind.

Serena: Wait—does that mean he was completely n***d?

Dad: (nods) Sadly, yes.

Serena: (shocked and disgusted) Ewww, gross.

Dad: I agree.

Serena: I understand why they would be uncomfortable.

Dad: When we got to the scene, there was confusion and disgust.

Serena: Obviously.

Dad: He kept jumping around saying, “You can’t see me!”

Serena: (smirks) Looks like someone’s a John Cena fan.

Dad: (laughs) I guess so.

Serena: So, what happened to him?

Dad: Well, he was restrained and forced to wear clothes after a long struggle.

Serena: (laughs) He must have wondered what happened to his magic spell.

Dad: (laughs) Indeed. In the van, he kept screaming, “Let me go, you witches! No one can see me!”

Serena: What a freak.

Dad: In all my years of work, this is by far the most disgusting story I’ve had to cover.

Serena: I can’t believe you had to watch such madness.

Dad: Well, it’s part of the job.

Serena: So, where is he now?

Dad: At the hospital.

Serena: I see… so he was mad?

Dad: We can’t say anything for sure yet, but tests are being run on him.

Serena: Did any family or relatives come for him?

Dad: Not even one.

Serena: Poor man. They must all be scared of him.

Dad: And since he was practically n***d when we arrived at the scene, we couldn’t find any information or way to contact his relatives.

Serena: Now that’s just sad.

Dad: Well, such is life. So, how was your day?

Serena: It was fine. I visited the library. Oh shoot, I was trying to take my mind off this.

Dad: That’s nice. Keep up the good work.

Serena: Thanks, Dad.

Mom soon returned home from work, and she looked completely exhausted. It was so obvious she had a tiring day. It’s times like this that she gets pissed over the smallest things. Like one time, she came back from work in the monster state—as I like to call it—while she was making dinner. I walked into the kitchen and asked her what she was doing. The next minute, I was getting scolded. Really badly. Why? I don’t know. I literally just asked what she was doing, even though she was obviously cooking.

It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, though. Even Dad sometimes keeps his distance when she’s in this state. Well, the point is—Mom is a no-go area when she’s in the monster state. She should honestly carry a sign saying, Stay away, I’m dangerous right now.

Dad and I looked at each other, both knowing we were going to get an earful if we made the wrong move. It was like a deadly puzzle.

Dad: Welcome, honey.

Serena: Welcome, Mom.

Mom: (emotionless) Thanks.

It was worse than I thought. This was Monster State: Stage Two. The stage where she’s too drained to show emotions, and then with just one wrong move, she instantly snaps. Believe me when I say—you do not, absolutely do not, want to see her snap. She’s scarier than Annabelle.

Dad: Honey, seems like you had a rough day. How about you go freshen up? I’ll make dinner, and then we can talk about it.

Mom: (emotionless) Really? Are you sure you can handle it?

Dad: Of course, honey. I might not be as good as you, but I think my cooking skills are worth some praise. Isn’t that right, pumpkin?

Serena: Uhm… of course, Dad. Besides, I’ll help out.

Mom: (showing a little emotion) Well, okay then. You better not mess it up.

Believe it or not, Dad’s a really good cook. When I was younger, he and Mom would face off like the chefs on TV, and they always made the best food. As you’d guess, I was the judge—but I never quite declared a winner. Back then, I was pretty chubby. Can you really blame me? When your parents cook so well, you’re bound to overeat. I always thought they should just quit their jobs and open a restaurant.

But as the years passed, my parents got busier, and I got stressed from school, which led to me losing weight. Everyone is so busy now that we barely have fun together anymore. Oh well, life goes on.

Serena: Smooth going, Dad. I didn’t know you were such a sweet talker.

Dad: Well, you learn a thing or two after living with your mom for so long.

Serena: For a second, I thought we weren’t going to survive tonight’s lash-out.

Dad: Have some faith. Don’t you know your dad’s a hero?

Serena: (laughing) Yes, you are, Dad. Yes, you are.