At that moment, our teacher walked in. Her name was Mrs. Burtmon, and she was one of my teachers. She was smiling as if she had received the best news. As a matter of fact, that was exactly why she was happy.

"Students of mine, I have good news to share with you this morning," Mrs. Burtmon announced. "The principal and teachers had a meeting an hour before you came because the principal could not wait to spread this around."

I was impatient and shot up my hand. "Mrs. Burtmon?"

She adjusted her glasses. "Yes, Steven?"

"Does this have anything to do with Black Friday?"

"Yes. I am getting there." Her eyes moved around the classroom. "Anyway, your principal wanted your teachers, including me, to inform you that Black Friday has officially been cancelled."

To think that I was waiting for the outrage of my fellow classmates. How dare they cancel Black Friday!

Unfortunately for my luck, I was in the minority. All the students except me cheered, and a few even leaped up from their seats. You probably can imagine how mad I was.

"I do hope that each and every one of you got a chance to read what is on the board," Mrs. Burtmon continued, motioning to the whiteboard. "I wanted to see the looks on your faces before I confirmed it."

I sat up. My muscles tensed. I was feeling so many emotions, and it was difficult for me to sit still.

The teacher picked up the eraser and began erasing the message. "I am positive that I will not have to explain why Black Friday has been cancelled in Forlot forever."

I let out a startled gasp and got up from my seat. I clutched my shirt, and my heart was beating hard against my chest. I was having a panic attack!

"What was that?!" I exclaimed. "A-about Black Friday?"

I heard boos from the other students. It was their way of telling me to not be a snowflake and accept that Thanksgiving would be the leading lady this year and the years to come.

Mrs. Burtmon stopped halfway on the erasing and shifted her body towards me. She raised an eyebrow.

"Steven, you heard me, did you not?"

"Loud and clear, miss. Which is why I need to ask...what do you mean by Black Friday is cancelled forever?"

"Get a fictional reality check, Steven," one of the girl students said to me. "And some common sense."

"Yeah," one of the boy students added on. "Black Friday is banned in Forlot. It was passed late last night."

My bottom jaw trembled. "I...I had no clue."

"Do not worry, Steven. It is not the end of the world," Mrs. Burtmon reassured me. "This is a good law. No, a great law! With it in place, we will be able to focus more on Thanksgiving."

That was when I did the most immature thing. I stuck out my tongue at her. "Me learning about Thanksgiving? As if!"

I gathered my belongings and ran out of the classroom.

"You will never catch me alive or dead, suckers! Never!"

Yeah. I was pretty immature.

When I arrived home in the evening, my mom and I had a long and serious talk. Apparently, Mrs. Burtmon and the principal emailed Mom a very detailed letter. How I was against the new law. How I left the classroom without permission. And as you can imagine, Mom was ticked.

"What were you thinking, Steven?" I opened my mouth to speak, but she said, "Do not answer that question. You were not thinking at all."

"Mom, I had every right to leave," I tried defending myself. "They are Black Friday haters that want to celebrate a holiday that involved the killings of the Indians."

She rested her back on the couch and sunk. "Who told you that?"

"The media. I did my research on the Internet—"

She cut me off. "How did you get on the media? The leaders of Forlot made absolute sure to separate social media from the Internet."

"Easy. I hacked into the media."

"You what?!"

"Oh, come on. I am good on computers. You should have seen that coming."

Mom stared at the big window that was behind the couch. She gripped the curtains and moved them to cover the window. She was breathing heavily.

"Mom? You okay?" I asked.

"I am not the one whom you should be worried about."

My mother meant me. Of course! Typical. She was scared that the authorities who ran the town of Forlot would discover my wrongdoing and send me to jail in the next town over. Mom did not want that to happen. She would be alone and hated that.

She grasped my shoulders. "Steven, where is your computer?"

"Upstairs. In my room."

"Is it still on social media?"

"Yes."

"Listen to me clearly. You need to get rid of that media page and restart your computer. I do not want the cops to take you away."

I removed her hands from my shoulders. "Sheesh. It is no big deal. I will not be arrested. Nobody but us will ever know."

"That is what I am hoping for, honey."

I jumped off the couch. "I will restart my computer. If that will make you happy."

"Please, Steven. For your protection."

I trotted up the stairs and into my bedroom. My computer was on sleep mode and sitting on my desk. I moved to my desk and woke up the computer. I closed the media page and restarted the computer.

As I was waiting for it to return to the homepage, I muttered, "I wish Mom was dead. Then I could do whatever I want."

A few minutes later, I heard a loud, thumping sound.

"Mom?" I called. "Was that you? Did you drop something?"

No answer.

After checking my computer, I went back downstairs and poked my head in the living room. I could not believe it.

"Mom!"