The last day before winter break this year to you is all a blur, and all you can remember are disconnected fragments: the smallest of snowflakes falling down your face as you entered your high school, eating the cafeteria's newest line of mystery meat, telling the whole class that you will spend all of winter break writing porn. But now, after waiting for eternity, you have finally survived the last school day of the year.
Once you get home, you expect your mom to be absentmindedly cooking something that smells delicious and your dad to be fumbling around with the Christmas tree lights.
Instead, once you get home, you're met with your parents, fumes practically coming out of their ears.
