I almost screamed at my mother, telling her to leave the house and go to her freaking workplace.
It was almost 8pm and my mom was still at home, giving me motivational words. Obviously, she had observed the change in my attitude and decided to give a prep talk about relationships and life.
I was bored with her talks and I was just staring at her, with my mind far away from all that she was talking about. Not that, she was babbling nonsense. But, I couldn't concentrate. I was unable to focus on whatever she was saying.
There was no need for me to lie, I was thinking about Romeo. He told me to meet him at 8pm. It was almost 8pm, but I was still at home. I couldn't tell my mother that I wanted to meet someone at night, especially a boy. She would give me another lecture on that and stric
