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When I got home it was already 18:30, the taxi took forever to fill up and with the kind of first day I had I just wanted to take a shower and head on to bed. This day turned out to be the worst first day in matric, thanks to immature girls who can’t settle their differences. I need new friends, I can’t be this old and still have to deal childish drama. Mom:” Since when do you get home this late? What happened to your ride?” Me:” Mom please, not now. Honestly I am not in the mood.” Mom:” Zee I’m getting tired of your stinking attitude! This is my house and you will respect me as your mother do you hear me???” I don’t even know why she’s shouting right now, this woman is just annoying. Each day we fight about the same old shit and quite frankly I’ve heard enough of her tantrums. One would swear she’s not even my mother, there way we just don’t vibe. I can bet on all I have that she’s not my mother. Me:” Why are you shouting.” I said rolling my eyes, like she’s just too much. I felt a hot phaaa!!! On my right cheek and it’s when I realize bitch just slapped me. I so wanted to charge towards her but I held myself back. I was not about to be held liable for what I was going to do to her. Me:” Let that be the last time you put your filthy hand on me!” My eyes were blood shot red and I was pumping my fists. I was really angry, not because she slapped me but also, that my friends were fighting and I didn’t know how to solve their issues. This was just too much. I ran towards the stairs when I heard my mom sobbing. Mom:” Zee what d …did I do to you for you to hate me so much? What did I do that was so awful that you treat me the way you do?” Her voice was breaking and it really broke me. I wanted to turn around and apologize but my pride wouldn’t let me. I hate my mom and that was enough for me to pull myself together and not fall for her emotional blackmail. I just ignored her and proceeded to my room. I threw myself on the bed and thought about the events of the day. Man, I must be cursed. How can a day that started out on a high note end on a drop dead low? Like I failed to understand what was happening with my friends and with none of them wanting to tell me what’s going on, it was really making it hard for me to be the arbitrator. I left my phone in the charger and went to take a nice long deserved hot bath. When the water got cold and was done bathing, I wiped myself, applied lotion and wore my pyjamas. I checked my phone and I realized I had three missed calls and ten WhatsApp texts. I just ignored everything and got into bed. As I was about to lay my head on the pillow, I heard a knock on my door. Dad:” Princess are you sleeping?” Goodness not dad, I am not in the mood for him right now. Like what’s wrong with the universe today? Me:” Uhm… You can come in dad.” I stood up and sat on my buttocks. Dad:” Hey honey, how was your first day in matric?” Shame, my dad is just the best hey. He truly cares about me, not that I can say anything about my mom, who is the one who is supposed to be here asking about my day but no… all she cared about was me getting home after dark. I could’ve been kidnapped. Me:” School was okay dad, nothing like I had expected. Things were just fine. How was work?” Dad:” Work was just work honey. Let's talk about what’s going on between you and your mom?” He said that with a concerned look on his face. I feel like he has been trying to get me and mom to get along but his been failing, it’s really sad. Me:” Do we have to?” I had a frown on my face. Dad:” Yes we do baby, what’s going between you and mom is not healthy. Please try to develop some sort of relationship with her, please?” Me:” Dad that’s asking too much of me.” He stood up and kissed me on the forehead “just do it for me.” He whispered and left. Hmm… dad was really placing me in a tight spot, I didn’t even know how I was going to develop a relationship with mom after so many years of being hostile towards each other, well with me being more hostile towards her. This relationship thing with mom is something to ponder upon, I mean it wouldn’t hurt to try. I took my phone and I decided to read the texts I had received earlier and the first text came from an unknown number and it read: “ In case you missed it, Busi slept with Amo over the December holidays and it happened more than once…” The shock I had from reading that text, I just switched my phone off and buried my head in the pillows. God kill me now!