It’s too late to stop me now, when I’ve read over a hundred mangas, and she is saying when I’m older, that sounds more like a dream than a reality; by then I’d have read over thousands of them.
I rolled my eyes at her. I’ve never heard of a manga being read to add something to your life; it just feels good and gives entertainment to my life rather than this boring luxurious mansion that is all white as snow.-
It felt like a cemetery, really quiet, and who lives like this?
“Mom, I was reading my books, not a manga; I dropped that a long time ago. You know I always listen to you,” I said confidently. It was just a minute ago, though.
Me? And I don't Listen to my mom; probably it will be another Oceana, not me.
*You are such a good liar* My wolf chuckled at my words.
I ignored her and focused on the matter at hand.
“Don’t test me, Oceana; When you are older, you read it, you hear me?”
Who listens to that kind of advice these days? Kids do their own stuff now.
“But Mom, you just heard me, didn’t you? I was reading some books upstairs with Jessie before she left for the ceremony.’ I elaborated.
Oops! I shouldn’t have mentioned the ceremony.
What have I done? My stupid mouth!
“What!’ she reacted. “What are you still doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the ceremony? You never know, you might come across your mate.’
“At this age, Mom, for crying out loud, I’m only ten.’
Who needs a stinky and smelling mate? Eww, they all smell so badly; don’t they take a bath?
“Shut up,’ she snapped. “Don’t talk when I’m talking.”
“I’m not interrupting you.’ I broke in.
“Then, shut up; you talk when you are being spoken to; do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mom.’ I mumbled, nearly rolling my eyes at her.
So much for being a child.
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