It was only a matter of time.
The report card sits poised on the counter, ready to ruin a peaceful afternoon.
Mom starts a silent staring contest –I accept her challenge.
We sit like this for millennia, before she breaks the silence.
“So, I see that you like failing half your classes?”
I continue to stare.
“Does it not strike you as important? All these classes?      Algebra? Science?”
Silent.
Shaking of head.
Shuffling of feet.
Closing of bedroom door.
I smile.
I won.
***
It won’t stop ringing.
I grumble as my nap is interrupted, the bell dismissing me to next period.
Katelynn shakes her head.
Disapproval.
“Honestly, can’t you stay awake even HALF of the class period?”
I slept for an entire class period without disturbance.
I won.
***
Exhilaration.
The football players legs don’t even seem to touch the ground.
Winning touchdown.
T     he crowd cheers. The band plays one last song.
Me and Katelynn exchange a look.
Mine, Victory. Hers, Concern.
I won.
***
No one can touch me.
The phone rings in my pocket.
No one can touch me.
I take it out, press the talk button, press it to my phone.
No one can touch me.
“Hey sweet.” Dad.
I begin to cry.
I lost.