And I hate coffee. But it just sounded so good. Well, it doesn’t taste as good as it sounded. Plus my tongue is numb from where I burnt the hell out of it. I make my way into our house. My parents have many houses all over the world, but this is the one I grew up in. The one I still call home even though I now have a place of my own. I actually just bought my first home last year. Against my parents’ advice. I didn’t want to live on campus or with my parents. I wanted my very own place, but it’s on the other side of town. And my parents’ house just happens to be five miles from the college. After the morning I’ve had, it was an easy decision. I take off down the main hallway to head to the back of the house where my old room is located, when I hear my dad talking in his office. I go to walk past it and see his door is open. He looks up and spots me. Busted. “Hey, sweet pea. How was your test this morning?”
