You've chosen to drink! If this isn't the decision you wanted, feel free to return to Chapter 113 or Chapter 116!
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The story you are about to read was written by Diana, TheMechanicsOfLiving

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The last time he saw his mother, the day seemed ordinary.

He pulled up in front of the mailbox in front of his house, put on his hazards, and walked around to the other side of the car to grab the mail. He flipped through them casually, inspecting the notices on the bills that had to be paid, before slipping them through the passenger-side window and crossing to the other side of the driveway. He looked around at the trashcans and recycling bins littered around the driveway, scoffing as he carried them over to his car. He fit as many as he could in the trunk of the car before he put the others to the side to be dealt with later and drove down the driveway.

He opened the garage door and put the trash cans and recycling bins he grabbed along the walls of his garage before walking up the steps, banging on the door a couple of times, and opening it and allowing a dog to run past him. She's a 13-year old Keeshond, in case anyone was wondering, and she operates solely to get a smile on everyone's face. A ball of brown fluff running back and forth in the front yard, she eventually uses the bathroom and runs back to him, hoping for some extra love. He gives her a couple of pats on the head before moving back inside the garage to get her food out of the grey bin hovering by the stairs. The garage door closes behind them, but he only goes back out to the car to grab the mail once he's sure she feels content and safe.

The inside of his house is dark, as always as he walks down the small, tile aisleway into what should probably be considered as the living room. He sorts the bills between him and his mother once more for her to mull over when she's ready before taking the giant package labeled under his name and looking around the house for a letter opener. He finds one on the kitchen counter with a bunch of other letters under his mother's name and gently pries it under the envelope part of the letter and pushes out until the letter is opened in a fine line. He gently pulls the folder from out of the envelope on his way to the table and opens it, reading the message aloud to himself.

June 12th, 2018

Logan Sanders Student ID: 3756284658

Congratulations Logan,

It is our honor to welcome you to the University of Florida under the Chemical Engineering program. We know how hard you've worked to get here and you'll bring about great change to both our campus and the world.

Logan, your future is now. Are you ready? Let's get started!

Your first step is to confirm your enrollment in your application portal and submit your $200 enrollment deposit. Please take this step at your earliest opportunity, but no later than 30 days from the date of this letter.

Please feel free to contact us with any questions.

Sincerely,

Janet Diaz, Ed.D.

Director of Admissions

The first thing he felt after receiving this letter was a wave of relief. It was a good thing that he was already sitting down at the table, otherwise he might've collapsed onto the ground.

He stood up quietly and made his way up the stairs to his mother's room. He wasn't quite sure she was there, since no one could step into the room, but he felt like this was something he should tell her. Logan hesitated in front of the large, oak door before knocking against the wood. There is the sound of shuffling before feet pad towards the door and open it, his mother looking at him for a moment before motioning for him to step back so she can step out and close the door.

"I got my letter," he said softly, lifting the letter in his hand loosely to show her, "I got accepted,"

She looked blurred at him for a moment, seeming almost confused before a grin spread out onto her face and brought him into a hug. They awkwardly swayed side to side in her little happy bubble before she released him and snatched his glasses off his face.

"Congratulations, Logan! I'm happy for you," she said candidly, looking down at her white shirt and wiping the glasses clean before giving them back. Logan pushed them on his face, blinking once or twice before getting a clearer vision once more.

"Thank you," Logan said, turning around to walk back down the stairs, "I'm going to go make dinner,"

"I love you," her voice called after him as she opened the door to her room once more. A little sunshine slunk its way out from behind the door, enough to illuminate the room's white carpet and the bottoms of his mother's rolled up jeans. Logan paused by the stairs, seeming to do his best to process the words. He only said those words when he really meant them.

He didn't believe his believe mother shared the same philosophy.

"I am aware," Logan said numbly, hand gripping the stairwell tightly before letting it go and walking down the stairs.

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"How come you haven't tried to have one before?" Roman said nonchalantly while taking a gulp of the beer, "It's essentially part of the college experience,"

Logan picked up the bottle of Corona, inspecting the leftover yellow-brown liquid in the bottle. Emergency services said they found ten of these in the trash and on her desk when they came to get her. And he doesn't want to be his mother's son in that way.

"I didn't feel the need to," he responded, washing the bottle out and throwing it in the recycling bin. Roman shrugged in response before grabbing the bin from him and setting them by the door to be taken downstairs. It turns out that Roman could throw quite the over 21 party when no one else was home.

"I'll take him," one of Roman's 'friends' said as they shrugged one their coat, "if he gives me a date and time, of course.

The pair looked at him, confused by his sudden entrance to the conversation, before Roman looked at him. They stared at each other for a second as Roman waved his hand toward him, signaling that it was his call.
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What does Logan decide?

Stay - Go to Chapter 121

Go - Go to Chapter 122

Do Nothing - Go to Chapter 123