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You continue to lay in bed, keeping your eyes closed in hopes that eventually the calls from above will cease. And your hopes come to pass as after about a minute of yelling your mother, seemingly, gives up and you're free to submit to the warm duvet above you. It is then yanked off you- you can't help but groan as your skin is subjected to the cold.
“Mary! Get up!”
“Okay- okay. I'm up- God.” You roll off your bed and begin following your mom up into the living room in a groggy haze.
When you finally make it to the living room you see the unopened letter laying in the center of the dining table. With a yawn you rip the envelope open and skim over the paper inside.
“So…? What they say?”
“Said I'm in. <span class="mu-i">Yawn</span>. Umm… I gotta come in on… Monday to do basic training and I guess I'll be an official Hunter by the end.” Your mom gives you a small hug then holds you by the shoulders, smiling.
“Well that's good- still have my thoughts but unfortunately you're not a baby anymore and I can't really stop you.”
“Thanks… I'm gonna head back to bed now.” You move to break free of your mother's grasp but you weren't expecting her to actually try and keep you in it so she ends up keeping you in place with ease.
“Oh no- I think you've been in your bed enough. Go take a shower- me and you are going out today.”
“Huh- Why?”
“Well we need to make sure you look good for your first day, Mary.”
“It's my first day <span class="mu-i">as a Hunter mom</span>. Not a lawyer or anything- don't you have work today anyways?”
“Mary, <span class="mu-s">it's Saturday</span>.” Your eyes widen a little and it suddenly becomes much harder to maintain eye contact- maybe you have been in your bed for too long. “And either way it doesn't matter if you're a lawyer or fast food worker, you should look presentable. So get going.” She practically spins you around and in defeat you go walk into the bathroom.
