"John! We haven't talked in so long." John's mom said on the other end.
Barely withholding a Scoff, John bit the tip of his tongue and bore it. "Y-yeah, sorry or whatever. What do you want?"
"I've got your mail. I don't know why they keep sending me this but it's a letter from the university."
"What?!!? WHY? Who told you that you could touch my mail?" John screeched out.
"Oh deary, I didn't open it or anything, It was just-"
"Just not meant for you is what! Do me a favor and don't touch my damn stuff, alright?!"
His mother sighed after a lengthy pause.During that pause, John didn't even notice in his rage that his hair had grown longer. His mother preferred that he wear his hair short and he'd had no problems complying before, but for some reason in the very back of his mind, growing out his hair, or doing anything to defy her just felt right. Even if those changes didn't make sense previously.
"John, are you alright? You seem a little upset. Has something happened? We can talk it out you know." She broke the silence.
"Uggh, just shut up, PLEASE! I've got to go." He hung up and grumbled under his breath. That woman is so insufferable he thought, moving forward/
