Fifty-six: MTOABB

MTOABB

I lightly knock hoping she doesn’t hear so that I can tell Gomes I tried my very best to convince her.

“Come in.”

Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me. What is she doing that she could hear my poor attempt at knocking?

I turn the doorknob and bring the door to an open. “May I come in?” I ask although she had already said yes.

“Do you have something to ask me?” She asks and I swallow the spit loitering in my mouth.

“Mom… so I have it all planned out. I am going to be so good and will text you every hour to let you know I am okay,” I start spitting out.

“You just came back from a trip and already thinking of going on another one. That is not happening,” she states.

“Why not,” I whine.

“You have your exams to worry about,” she says matter-of-factly.

“But that is a month away,” I try to reason with her.

“I know but you have yet to open any of your school books. All you can think about these days is going on trips.”