My Mother's Daughter Chp. 2, a short story by aar564. Date added: 2011-11-13. Times viewed: 1190.
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I slowly opened my eyes to the burning ray of sunlight coming through my open window. I looked at my alarm clock...7:02 AM. School starts in exactly twenty-eight minutes. I stood up removing my Calculus homework from my face and yawned as I walked to the bathroom. As I showered and got ready, I noticed it was much more quiet than usual. When I headed downstairs to the kitchen, I smelled almond coffee in the air. Right then and there I knew that my mother was not home. I searched the kitchen for breakfast, for some hope that maybe my mother had suddenly decided to actually become my mother and cook me pancakes, but I was dissapointed as usual. Instead I grabbed some cereal from the cupboard and the jug of milk from the refridgerator. There I saw a note on the fridge, "Madison, went to Los Angeles for work. Be back in a week, I left some money in the cookie jar." Not even a "Love, Mom" I crushed the note in my hand and threw it away, murmuring score when I made it in the trashcan. I put away the cereal and milk and grabbed an apple before heading out the door. My mother was never the kind of woman to show her emotions. She always said, "A woman can do anything a man can, why else would they call us wo-man?" I never really understood my mother, but as I grew up she never let me stray far from the path she had bestowed upon me. When I finally arrived at school, I quickly ran to my classroom as I was already ten minutes late. When I did get to my classroom, the door was locked so I knocked, but the professor slightly opened the door and said, "Its 7:40. Class began ten minutes ago, escort yourself to the administration office Ms. Conwell." "But I-" he shut the door before I could say anything. All the other students giggled as I turned and escorted myself to the office. Randolph Prepatory was always strict with tardiness. Instead of going to the office, I went tothe library where I spend most of my lonely nights studying. It was almost completely empty with the exception of some students, but I headed to the very back where hardly anyone goes. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep and was woken up by a male's voice. "Madison, wake up." I opened my eyes, "W-who's there?" His face was only inches away from mne, "Its me Oliver." I instantly stood up and accidently hit my head on the lamp, "Ow." Oliver laughed, "Are you okay? You know, I always laugh when I'm near you." I rubbed my head, "I'm glad my pain and embarrassment makes you happy." I started grabbing all my things when he asked, "What were you doing back here?" I looked down, "Uh, I was late to class so instead of going to the office, I came here to studying, but fell asleep." "You should probably get more sleep," he advised. "Yeah after I finish my Calculus homework, study for my Physics midterm, and do my research paper on how immigration helps the economy," I mumbled. I see his blank expression and I know that I scared away another person. Instead, he smiled, "You're a busy woman. Whenever you get some free time, call me." Then as fast as he appeared, he dissappeared down the hallway. Wait, how am I suppose to call him?
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