Be More Chill Senior Year, And the Mom of the Year Award Goes to...
Jeremy looked over the package his dad dropped off in his room. It was a little brown box with a happy birthday card taped to the front. The card said,
‘Happy birthday my little Jer-Bear hopefully this gets to you on time. Love mom.’
His birthday was two weeks ago and judging from the state of the box it had been sent around that time too. As usual his mom wasn’t in any hurry to hear from Jeremy. No Express packaging, no texts or phone calls. This was the only time of the year he even heard from her and even then she found new ways to disappoint him.
'And the mother of the year award goes to… not her. Here I am thinking you had daddy issues.’
“Fuck off.” Jeremy considered opening it before tossing it over his bed. Why should he be in a hurry to open anyway? It’s not like she cared enough to even call him, besides he was already late for school as it is. Did she even know his phone number?
'Probably not, but why do you care? I thought you said you “moved on”.’
“I did, but she finds ways to bring my expectations down even further without me even seeing her face.”
'Like I said, mother of the year.’ There was a loud thud from the hallway and when Jeremy looked out he saw his dad wearing his pants half on, half off and the TV remote lying near by. 'No wonder your self esteem’s in the negative numbers, watch the Heere gene pool at work.’ Rolling his eyes Jeremy grabbed his bag, trying to forget about his parents and look forward to school.