I've never been so happy about getting detention. I want to kiss my math teacher, and not just a regular peck, I mean French kissing- all tongue, for what he's done for me.
Dante freaking agreed. I still can't believe it, I'm going to mark today as the day good things happen to me. I got to my bus stop and the bus was already there. See! I usually don't like waiting so I always call an uber but today is all coming up Elizabeth.
The lights were on, which could only mean one thing. I quickly unlocked the door before stepping in. "Lizzy is that you?"
"Who else has a key to our house?" I asked back as I walked over to the kitchen. "You're home early." I smiled, the pasta aroma was mouth watering.
"I felt like surprising you, can't let you forget your mom's face, now can I ?" Mom chuckled.
"Or your amazing pasta."
"Go change," she said, pushing me away.
Upstairs in my room I quickly changed into a comfortable dress. Dresses are my lazy outfits, easy to put on, easy to take off and they don't take up much time.
I hopped out of my room and heard Mom's voice echo from downstairs. "An emergency? Now!"
"Can't you get anybody else there?" She went silent for a moment "No. I understand, I'm on my way." Then she hung up.
"You're leaving?" I asked from behind, making her jump, clearly startled.
"You scared the crap out of me," she slapped my hand gently.
"Who were you on the phone with?"
"My supervisor, there's an emergency and of course we're understaffed so I have to leave." She gave a tight-lipped smile.
"I'm sorry honey, you can eat your pasta and keep the rest in the fridge." And every so gently she pressed her lips against my forehead before running up the stairs.
"It's fine," I muttered, squeezing my hands into a fist so tight that my nails were digging into my palm.
"I'm used to it," I whispered. So low it was unheard and unheard - even by me.
"Here's your allowance," Mom said, forcing the cash in my hand, but I haven't run out of my old allowance yet. "I'll call you," she screamed halfway out the door.
Today's still my lucky day.
Mom pasta, more allowance, and an empty house, just how I like it. Maybe I'll buy a weapon. Do I need to buy weapons? Now that I think about it, I haven't really thought about all of this.
Oh well. I'm still freaking happy.
I should practice. I walked over to the knife and jabbed at the air. "This is way too easy," I muttered, twirling the blade. Did Dante use something like this? A kitchen knife, maybe? Did he just… steal it out the drawer one day like it was normal?
The only way to find out is to call him.