This time I woke up earlier than usual. Much earlier. It was like 3:30am. My arms were hugging a pillow, and my head was hanging off the bed over my headphones, which were still barely playing some music. Finally waking up, I went to the kitchen to find something to drink. The sun hadn't risen yet, and the kitchen was on the shady side of the building, so the only light in front of me was the mini fridge, where I reached for a bottle of water, but didn't have time.

"Why are you making a noise so early?" Jill asked, appearing out of nowhere.

The only thing I managed to get out was a strangled and not very loud "ahh! Jeez... why do you have to scare me like that?"

She didn't look the best, but she was not tired, she looked serious, as if she was ready for something radical. And I think that's not the best thing for me.

"We need to talk seriously," she began, crossing her arms over her chest. I even put the bottle that had almost slipped out of my hands on the dining table.

"I'm all ears," I replied with a straight face.

Jill took a deep breath and said: "I'm thinking of switching you to home schooling."

My surprise knew no bounds. This was an absolute fiasco that could not be avoided. It was as if something broke inside me. However, I wanted to at least know the answer to the question I immediately asked Jill: "Why?"

"I think it's unacceptable for you to communicate with others," she said calmly.

"I still have a question about that," I continued calmly.

"You're a danger to others, Tyler," she said as if she had prepared herself for me to ask this question.

"Hmm, and what danger do I pose to these innocent children whose whole lives revolve around themselves?" I was starting to lose patience.

"Your views have nothing to do with reality," Jill continued, just as calmly.

"YOURS, NOT THE GENERAL, NOT MINE, BUT YOUR FUCKING REALITY."

"DON'T YELL AT MOTHER, YOU IDIOT!"

"Oh, an idiot, huh?" I said with a somewhat manic look, nodding in agreement to myself, "I am. Dropout, I'm a knucklehead...".

"I didn't say that," she tried to interrupt me.

"I didn't give a damn about that" I said, clearly starting to piss her off "after all, I had every chance of becoming a stupid sick boy"

"You're starting to piss me off" she said coolly

"FUCK YES" I almost screamed "Look, ma! I ain't got no brains!"

"Everything you say is nonsense," she tried to calm me down.

"Ha! Nonsense is my heroin," I replied carefree, which definitely pissed her off again.

"You're too young to realize that this is for the best for everyone."

"Well?" I asked ironically "Then I don't see any other options of solution for this situation" I said, heading for my room, although it's more correct to say my brother's and my room as she called it even though he hasn't been living with us.

"What are you doing?" Jill asked me calmly but sternly several times.

"Getting out of here, can't you see?" I asked with casual face expression as I packed my stuff in a backpack.

Despite my prosaic explanation, she still continued to terrorize me with questions and a stream of clichéd phrases like "You can't leave", "This is your home", "You have no one else but your family" and eventually these words and her attempt to regain her long-lost authority in my eyes crossed the line and I couldn't help but shout: "SO LISTEN TO ME NOW!".

At that moment, I saw tears well up in her tired eyes, and she tried to hold them back and not show it, but I couldn't help but notice and tone it down.

"Okay, at least try to understand me, what I want..." I tried to speak as calmly as possible to make her calm down, even though I didn't like her, she was still my mother. "Believe me, it will be better for all of us... and especially for me..." When she calmed down, for some reason that I didn't understand, she still continued to persuade me, "Tell me what you want. What are your conditions?". To this question, I exhaled indifferently and zipped up my backpack " Okay, I'm not a child anymore and I can decide for myself what to do, so please, I gotta get away from this place and adios"

I was neither a woman nor a mother, so I couldn't say for sure how Jill felt standing on the doorstep silently seeing me off with an exhausted look. I got the impression that she either wanted to tell me how much she loved me or tell me to go fuck myself. In the end, I left the place that was supposed to be my home without any doubts or remorse. To say that I didn't know what to do would be a lie, but for now the only thing I could do was to go somewhere forward...

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A/N: hiya, guys)

Yes, I'm back (finally)

This time it's because of school and the pile of responsibilities I've been thrown into: I have a bunch of contests to enter and the position of English columnist.

However, even with this pile of responsibilities, I still continue to be as amazing as I was. Somehow, I managed to watch The Umbrella Academy (albeit only a few episodes because I was so busy), go to the mountains a few times, and (holy smokes) I convinced my mom to watch Bullet in a Bible over the holidays (and my holidays have just started). Of course, I'm a little nervous about showing her Hitchin' a Ride (if you know you know), so maybe someone can advise me on what to do :ʼ)

Also, as I wrote on my page, I listened to the deluxe edition of American Idiot for my 20th anniversary and told my parents about it the next day. And when I mentioned that a special box set had been created for the release of this album, to my great joy, they said that I could buy it for myself if I had the money (and I hope I do)

But enough about me, let's get back to this chapter and fanfiction in general. I know it's lousy and this chapter in particular was boring (I think) because it's the first time I've written this, but I'm still interested in your opinion)

What do you think, guys? Do you have any comments or suggestions? If you do, I am completely open to them)

And that's it for today! Thank you for your time to read my "work", but I have to go and have tea and waffles

Keep calm & take care)

Your MarSo ✨