Mommy’s Little Emo

(At summer school I’ve got a reputation as the ’emo kid’ and a bit of a rebel. Today my mom, who’s very sweet and a bit naive, came in with me to sign a paper, but since it’s only my second day, we’ve gotten lost. We turn a corner and run into one of my new friends, who’s a bit of a punk.)

Mom: *surprised* “Oh, hello.”

Me: “Dude, where’s our classroom? This place is so weird.”

Friend: *points* “That way. I’m heading there now. Wanna come?”

Mom: “No, I think it’s the other way, sweetie.”

Me: “Well, I’ll see you later, Mom.”

Mom: “Bye! Have fun in school!”

(Once we get out of earshot…)

Friend: “What was THAT?”

Me: “Not. A. Word.”