Changes: I Said "Good Morning"

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It was the biggest mistake of my life. I was just a teen and my mood swung back and forth from time to time. Of course I never really meant what I said, but I let my emotions spill out; something we all do every now and then. This time though, my stupid actions caused me to have to pay the price.

I had just come home from a date with the hottest chick at my school. We got "caught up" if you will, and in my lust I forgot that curfew was at ten sharp. Well, I walked through my front door at ten forty-five, and that didn't make my mom very happy. She gave me a lecture and I did my best to tune her out, I really did. My anger got the best of me, though, and in my rage I said aloud, "I wish I had a different mom, one who wasn't such a psycho bitch!"

My mom just stared at me with her mouth open. I figured this was my chance to slip up the stairs and go to my room before I got my ass beat. I took off all but my boxers and slipped into my sheets. I tried to lay there thinking about the awesome sex I just had, but I couldn't help but feel guilty about saying that to my mom.

I got up out of my bed and started to leave my room, when I ran into my mom in the doorway. My lights were off, and I couldn't make out her face, but I knew it was her because there was no one else it could've been.

"Mom, I'm sor-" I began, but my mom just put a surprisingly cold finger on my lips. She bent over and kissed me on my forehead, then walked down the stairs to her room. Figuring I was forgiven, I walked back to my bed and laid down to sleep.

When I awoke, I could smell the delicious smell of bacon. My stomach rumbled, and I hurredly went down the stairs to the kitchen. I saw my mother with her back towards me, leaning over the stove cooking a meal.

"Good morning." I said. But my mother just ignored me. I thought she forgave me, but whatever reason she wasn't talking to me it was my fault.

"Good morning!" I said, this time a little bit frustrated. She just kept cooking. The sound of sizzling bacon was the only sound in the house. My anger swelled in me like a giant balloon, and it was going to pop.

"Mom I said -"

She turned around, and I thought I was going to throw up. She was pale and had blood stains all over her apron. She was a lot taller and thinner, and her fingertips were a bluish grey. This was not what scared me though. What scared me is that...that...thing, wasn't my mom. But it had my mother's face. Sewn onto its head like a mask. The thing began to open what used to be my mother's mouth with the most sickening grin across my mother's peeled off face.

"Good morning."

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 "Mom I said -"
-She turned around, and I thought I was going to throw up. She was pale and had blood stains all over her apron. She was a lot taller and thinner, and her fingertips were a bluish grey. This was not what scared me though. What scared me is that...that...thing, wasn't my mom. But it had my mother's face. Sewn onto it's head like a mask. The thing began to open what used to be my mother's mouth with the most sickening grin across my mother's peeled off face.
+She turned around, and I thought I was going to throw up. She was pale and had blood stains all over her apron. She was a lot taller and thinner, and her fingertips were a bluish grey. This was not what scared me though. What scared me is that...that...thing, wasn't my mom. But it had my mother's face. Sewn onto its head like a mask. The thing began to open what used to be my mother's mouth with the most sickening grin across my mother's peeled off face.
 "Good morning."