Her brow furrowed. “Well, whatever the case, if you’re going to skip school, then at least get good at it. I used to call the school and pretend to be my mother when I was your age.”
“Are you... encouraging me to skip school?”
“Don’t be stupid, sweetie. Of course you should go to school. But I can’t force you to go, so if you’re going to skip, then do it in a way that they don’t end up calling me while I’m at work. I nearly lost a client because of the interruption today.”
Hector just looked at her.
“Hold on.” She left briefly and returned with a small box. “I made you plenty of notes.” She handed it to him.
“Uh...” He was usually able to figure out what he wanted to say after a bit of fumbling, but this time he had nothing.
“Or you can just call ahead and pretend to be your father. Or do something creative. Whatever.”
Incredulous, he stared at his mother. “Uh... is Dad okay with this...?”
“Of course. You’re old enough to make your own decisions about your life, sweetie. You’ll be eighteen in a couple years, and then you’ll be on your own. It’s best you learn to start being responsible for yourself now. Goddess knows you’ve been a burden on your father and I long enough, already.” And she left him there.
He wasn't sure what this feeling was. At once confused, distraught, and still faintly happy to be thought of. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but he wondered if causing trouble would earn him further attention. He immediately discarded the notion.
A dark serial novel. Set in a modern fantasy world called Eleg. Mature language. Updates every night at midnight PST by ~400 words.