Every Little Bit Counts
It was a long day at school, being there for six hours straight just makes my brain feel like it's
going to explode. Another day with useless homework and being ignored by my so called "Friends."
Half the time it's like I'm not even there so what's the point of even tagging along with them? Is it
supposed to make me feel wanted? Is it supposed to make me feel less invisible? For right now these
questions still remain a mystery.
I had a really bad headache, so I didn't want to take the bus home and deal with obnoxious
freshman bothering the driver to turn the radio on and to deal with their awful singing. I picked a bad
day to do so though, because the weather has been horrific all day. It wasn't anything out of the
ordinary; the weather is always bad up here in the mountains. It was raining on and off today and the
leaves are still falling and soon it will be winter. All I see are huge puddles everywhere. I tried hard to
avoid them, but not hard enough because I kept accidentally stepping into them. The bottom of my pants and boots were soaked and all I wanted to do was go home, get changed for work, and try to get some schoolwork done before I have to leave for my job.
I usually come home to my parents yelling at each other over money. That's what I always
come home to. I usually try helping out with the finances by working at a local burger place. It's not much, but my mother taught me that every little bit counts.
As I walk home, as quickly as possible, I managed to walk into a large puddle. Then noticing a
small orange leaf in the puddle, I look up toward the trees. I notice that most of the leaves have fallen. As I look around, I notice that there are no other leaves on the ground. It was just there, floating, in the puddle.
The leaf reminded me of how I felt everyday when I would be at school. Small, insignificant, never really noticed by others around me. Looking at the leaf for a few minutes made me forget about my headache and the long day of school that I had. I then looked at my watch and noticed that it was getting late. So I then ran home as fast as I could, splashing into the puddles. I started to feel really cold, but I knew the quicker I ran, the closer I would be to my house.
Once I got home, I felt a slight annoyance knowing that there would be a lot of arguing and my mother feeling worried about me being home a bit later than usual. I stood and looked at my house and noticed that something felt different. It was quiet, I heard no arguments between my parents, which was very odd for me. Were they even home? I then opened the door and as I walked in, a rush of excitement surged through my body. I was unsure why I felt this way, but I knew it had to be good. I then looked at both my parents and they both had big smiles on their faces. This was something that was completely out of the ordinary. Was I dreaming? I then looked up at my parents and asked "What's going on, why does everyone seem so happy?" My dad then touched my shoulder and said "Everything is going to change now, I finally found a better paying job that is local." I felt overjoyed that things were finally turning around.
I guess my mother was right, 'Every little bit counts!'