Currently on a bus back to NY. Had fun but I feel mentally tired O_o. In any case, heeeeere's ya story.
“Get over here!”
“Get dressed! We’re going to be late, again!”
“Stop taking things away from your brother. Give it back to him!”
“You’re giving me a headache. Sit down and eat your food!”
“Don’t make me get up! If I get up from here, you’re going to regret it!”
It was like this all day. From 7 in the morning until 8 in the evening, Theresa pushed every known button that her mother had. She sat in her couch, exhausted and thought about what she was going to do about Theresa’s ever increasing stubborness. A black leather belt that sat alone near the edge of her mattress began to look very attractive.
“Theresa. Are you going to behave yourself?”
Leather cut through the air with what sounded like a faint sigh. Silence.
***Prompt from Daily Writing Practice