By Lee A. Zito
Six PM. The night starts off with a loud and clear yell from my mom.
"LEE ANGELICA!!!"
"WHAT!!!"
"DINNER!!!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOKAAAAY!!!"
"HURRY UP!!!"
"FINE!!!"
"STOP YELLING!!!"
People might honestly think this is crazy, but sometimes I think I hear my mom yellin' at me, and I yell back, but she never called me in the first place... Ok so I'm nuts and you know it. It could be my parental paranoia. Ever since school got serious, like in the seventh grade, I've developed this parental paranoia. That any second of the day, they would find out I didn't do my homework,…
