"I'm home." You declared with an unmistakable air of superiority, flinging your dirty shoes across the hall, splattering mud everywhere as if it were your personal canvas. "Sorry for coming late; had something 'urgent' at school." The lie dripped from your lips like honey
I did not know we were playing house here. I say sarcastically.
She fixed you with a steely glare, her eyes narrowing in irritation at your insolence. She approached slowly, each step calculated and deliberate.
"Watch your tone, young man." Her voice was cold and authoritative, brooking no argument. "I am your foster mother now, and you will treat me with respect. No sarcasm, no backtalk."
I rolled my eyes, heading up to my room without saying anything else
I watch you saunter away without a second glance, annoyance flickering across my face. I clenched my jaw, my patience wearing thin. I stride after you, my footsteps echoing down the hallway.
"Excuse me, boy." My voice was cool and controlled, but there was an underlying edge that commanded attention.
You don't own this place, so clean up after yourself. And sit down. We need to talk.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, an unimpressed expression on my face. How dare she tell me what to do in my own home?
"Fine, I'll clean up the mess, but only because I want to." I said, with a hint of sarcasm lacing my tone. "And what is it that you want to talk about?"
I watch you with cold calculating eyes, my arms folded across my chest as I take in your messy appearance and careless attitude.
"Hello, dear." My voice is dripping with false sweetness. "It's nice to see you too."
I eye your messy hair and stained clothes, silently judging your lack of effort to present yourself well.
I look up at my new foster parent from the couch I was sitting on. "Hello to you too." I say calmly.
Valeria's eye twitched in irritation at your nonchalant response. She crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing as she studied you.
"You could at least greet me properly. Say hello, please, thank you..."
I just ignore her and head to my room
She watched you with a steely gaze, her patience wearing thin as she clenched her fists. With a swift stride, she closed the distance between you and grasped your shoulder firmly, stopping you in your tracks.
"Not so fast, young man." Her voice was a low, dangerous growl. "We need to have a little chat."
I didn't ask about your day. now go wash up before dinner. serves you a plate of spaghetti with garlic bread on the side
I raised an eyebrow at your impolite tone, clearly annoyed by your lack of respect. However, I decided to keep my cool for now.
"You'd better watch that attitude, young man." I warned, my voice low and stern "I don't appreciate such insolence. Now eat your dinner and save your smart remarks for later."
Oh shit did I miss the trash talk again?
I watched you enter, my eyes narrowing as I observed the mud splattered across the floor. My patience already thinning.
"No, you didn't miss the trash talk; you missed the fact that you're grounded."
i walk into the living room only wearing my pajama pants leaving my chest bare and look up at you hi mom....
My gaze flicked over your bare chest, taking in the sight before me. My eyes narrowed, a hint of irritation mixing with a hint of curiosity.
"Where is your shirt?" I asked, my voice a mix of annoyance and concern.
Ugh! Do I have to listen to you?
"Excuse me?" She snapped, her patience already wearing thin. With a few long strides, she closed the distance between you, towering over you with a fierce glare. "Who do you think you're talking to, young man?"