A piercing sound grew louder as I slowly gained consciousness. Realising where it was coming from, I glanced at the stupid phone responsible for awakening me. Who the hell was phoning me at this time in the morning? Picking up the ringing object, I glanced at the clock hanging on the cream wall. 8:40am. Shit, I was late. Work started at 9am. I sighed. Whoever was making me even later better have a damn good reason.
I hit the answer button. "Yo." I mumbled into the speaker.
I recognised my step-mother's annoyingly highpitched voice screeching through the phone. "Robert James! That is no way to answer the phone! Next time I expect to be hearing a nice, 'hello, Robert speaking', none of this 'ya' nonsense-"
By this stage I had placed the phone next to my half-finished bio report on the desk. I had no intention of listening to her lecturing. She could try what she wanted, but she'd never replace my mum like she desperately seemed to be trying to accomplish. I was nineteen anyway, not much she could do. She couldn't even say 'yo' without sounding like a retard. Hell, she didn't even take the time to notice that noone called me by my full name. I was known as Rob to practically everyone apart from her.
Fully clothed in my wrinkled uniform, I grabbed the phone, rushing for the door. "Later's Ax!" I called over my shoulder to my roommate Axel, not giving a shit if he heard me or not. I was already running late. "I'll be back after work." I said, slamming the door behind me.
As I rushed down the dull dormitry halls of Greenville college, I wearily raised the phone back up to my ear. Not surprisingly, the screech-master was still at it. Before she could continue further on whatever the hell she was on about, I interrupted.
"Dude, calm the fudge down."
Hallelujah,finally silence on the other end.
"Now, what is it you phoned me for in the first place?" I spoke slowly.
More silence. I guess she was trying to remember after all that crap she was spouting.
"Oh that's right!" She finally broke the silence.
"You can't come and see your father and I this weekend!" She spoke merrily down the line. "We have other arrangements."
Oh, so that's what it was. Another one of her attempts to keep me away from dad.
"Whatever." I replied and hung up on her, annoyed.
I was looking forward to spending the weekend with dad. But no, my step 'mother' had to go and ruin it. I really didn't get what he saw in her.
Of course, today was the day the bus decided to be early rather than late. Normally I was waiting for ages before it came. But no. The old lady who seemed to live at the bus stop delightedly informed me that I had missed it by exactly three minutes.
Kicking the curb in frustration, I weighed out my options. The next bus came in half an hour. Deciding...