I'm Literally Gonna Get Violent

I lay cocooned in blankets on the couch in front of the TV. "Rango" is on and even though I have watched it more than I could count, it stays my favorite comfort movie. Occasionally, I talk along with the characters and giggle at jokes before they even happen. I let out a loud laugh when the water dance scene comes up. It's so silly, but it gets me every time.

"Catherine, dear. You can't just lay in front of the TV for the rest of the weekend. If your father finds out that you skipped school to watch," my mother pauses as she watches the scene. She turns back to me with a slight frown. "If he finds out that you stayed home to watch some animation, he is not going to be happy. Just get up. Go touch some grass," she says and tugs the blankets. The blankets are wrapped tightly around me, causing her to stumble backward when she tries to pull the blanket off me.

"Let me be, please Mum?" I whine while I pull the blankets tighter around me. My mother grabs the corner of another blanket and