Creative Writing: Who Are You Texting Mother?

"Who are you texting mom?" the curious teen asked her mother, looking at her phone over her shoulder.

"Your brother. I wanted to let him know that we made it here safe. I know he's sleeping, but just for reassurance."The teen rolled her eyes, annoyed. her brother left a long time ago with her father. She pushed herself hard because he left. she came home at near midnight, working after school to make ends meet.

"Why are you texting him?" She asks obviously irritated. "He's never done anything for us."

"Well, he's going to pick me up when I get back, so it's only respectful."

"Respect my ass. He never showed you any respect" she muttered and pulled out her phone, playing a game until they arrive at the cozy apartment. The young girl totes the luggage up four flights

"Y'know, you could've helped me." she huffed, walking through the door four bags in tow. She sets all four bags down in the fully furnished apartment, letting out an exasperated sigh."I did though! I opened the door!" The mother pouts. Anatage silently chuckles to herself, perplexed by her mother's natural immaturity."Well, I'm going to bed. Jet lag." the mother smiles and trudges off to the only bedroom in the house."That's- My.... Room...." She trails off and gives up. "Okay.... Cool.... Great...." she says as she stares down at her phone as it reads 7:30. she combs out her hair and puts it back into her famous two low ponytails. she rummages through her bags and puts on black running shorts, a sports bra, some running shoes, a tight grey T-shirt, and a windbreaker. she quickly brushes her teeth and puts on deodorant. she scribbles on a piece of paper 'Went on a run. Be back soon.' and closes the door, locking it behind her. She quickly bounds down the four flights and turns to the left,