My mother just got through telling me off for not turning my paper in on time and then lying to her about it. I didn’t turn it in on time because I didn’t think it was an adequate product, and I told her I’d turned it in so that we could avoid exactly this sort of situation. She thinks I don’t respect her, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I honestly don’t mind getting yelled at, since I’ve been subjected to it with little pause since sixth grade or so, but I know that my mom hates to do it and I don’t want her to feel so bad on my account.
She says that if my grades drop below the B average they’re at right now she won’t let me go to college. I don’t think that’s fair at all, since I was lucky to get into college at all with the sorts of grades I sported throughout most of my highschool career. What’s more, it’s an in-state school, and I’ve proven just recently that I’m actually more responsible when she’s not around.
I honestly think about killing myself at times like these. I know it’d just cause her more grief, but I can’t help but wonder if my mom got scared and said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.