1970
I sit in my room, the music stops. I got up from where I was sitting on my bed and flipped my record and started it. I walk back to my bed and sit down. I do this two more times before I have to help with dinner. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, my mother is cooking dinner on the stove and I have to set the table. After I set the table I help her make the rest, I zone out. “Are you on drugs?” I turn to see my mother staring at me. “What, no.” I say looking at her wondering why she seems so mad. “Then can you tell me why you haven’t answered any of my questions and you’ve been stirring that pot for the past ten minutes?” She says looking straight at me with anger. “I don’t know i just zoned out I guess.” I say to her trying to keep calm. “Zoned out? Yea sure I bet those new friends of yours are influencing this.” She said still angry. “Whatever you want to think mom.” I say not wanting to argue with her.
My mom thinks my new friends are the scum of the earth but I think they’re real groovy. So what if they smoke grass, I haven’t so my mom has nothing to worry about yet she does anyway. “Janice would you get out here already!” My mother yells from the dining room. Great I’m sure she’s going to tell dad all about how she thinks I’m on drugs. I have no idea why she just assumes I do and It’s not like I’ve gone out much anyway, she won’t let me. “I am mother.” I say walking into the kitchen. “Don’t take that tone with your mother Janice.” My father says as I walk in. I didn’t have a tone I’m not sure why they always think I’m looking to pick a fight.We ate dinner, I stayed quiet, I had nothing to talk about. I helped my mom with the dishes not talking at all.
I walk upstairs to my room and start my record again and lay down on my bed. My life is so boring I don’t do anything or go anywhere besides school, Maybe I’ll have to start hanging out with those new friends as my mom refers to them as. The only problem is, they aren’t my friends I’ve only talked to them once and the only reason my mom knows about it is because of Mrs. Peterson. She saw me talking to them on the way back home from school. She’s always in everyone’s business and tells everyone’s parents what they’re up to even if they aren’t doing any at all. So how am I going to have an exciting life without being caught by Mrs. Peterson and my parents?