“But we wanted to skip school because of basketball! You don’t think clearly!”, I said.
“Yes, I know our plan! I wanted to skip only today's practice. Nobody is going to find out. We’re gonna go to the cafe instead. What do you think?”, she enthusiastically answered.
“I don’t know. It’s too risky. I don’t want my mom to beat me because of this.”
“She won’t beat you because she’s not going to know it. Nobody will tell her!”
“Are you sure?”
“Like never before!”
I agreed. I don’t know exactly why. I just thought that it would be extremely cool to go to the cafe on a weekday. I had no money though.
So we went to a local cafe and when we took off our clothes and the waitress came to us to take an order, only then I said that I had no money. My friend had some, but it wasn’t enough to order anything for two people. We apologized and left the cafe.
“Why didn’t you take the money?”, my friend asked.
“Because I am supposed to be practicing!”
“Don’t you have pocket money for situations like these? My parents always give me money if I urgently need something.”
“Sorry but no. They don’t give me money at all. Mom said that I should earn my own money already.”
“But you are in third grade.”
Cool, isn’t it?
“She doesn’t care.”
“I’m sorry. Let’s rather buy hot tea on the street. I’m sure we have enough money for two cups.
So we bought two cups of super hot tea. Want to say ahead, I don’t like tea. I hate it. But I didn’t wanna upset my friend because she was buying it, not me, and being mean and picky is bad.
I actually didn’t drink it. I split some tea each time she turned away.
But it was a good day. Definitely. I don’t spend much time with my friends because my mom doesn’t let me, so I really appreciated this opportunity.
When I got home, mom was in her room, lying in the bed. I said hi and went to my room. In a minute she called me. I was terrified. She could beat me again because I was too loud with my books.
“How was your practice?”
“Good.”
“What did you do?”
“We were practicing different techniques-”
“You weren’t at practice. You lying. Your coach called me. You didn’t show up.”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. It will never, I swear, will never happen again.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She stood up and my heart just tore apart into many pieces. But I didn’t run. I stood there ‘cause I know that if I had run, It would have been worse.