Riley"Olly, how many times must I remind you to stop snoozing your alarm? You'll be late for school!" I yell, pulling open the curtain so a bright, blinding light enters my teenage son's room. Olly groans, pulling his duvet up above his head, grunting "5 more minutes."He is 17 going on 5 with the way he is acting. "I've picked up another shift at the florist today and I can't be late. Get up!" I growl at him as the duvet moves along with all his clean laundry tumbling onto the floor. Not that there is any floor to see.This is my own fault. I have spent so much time focusing on Olly that I have babied him to the point where he has been able to get away with this for far too long. It doesn't help that he looks more and more like his father each day. That's both a blessing and a curse."If you want breakfast or a ride to school, you need to get up now," I grumble, picking up a few items of clothing before chucking them into the laundry basket."Mum, I'm up, calm down," Olly mumbles, s
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