Nice Simple Chapter After last chapters uhm... Er.. Rant? Idk what to call that. Well pretty simple...
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After the long agonizing run to my trailer home back on them farm, form my big college prep Jr. High school in downtown ghetto No Where. I could barely breath, my lungs were stone, my legs were Jell-O, and my almost melted heart of ice turned back into a glacier and pounded into my chest like a jack-hammer. I headed up my quarter mile drive way through the thick woods the thick words that broke my land off from the dirt road side. My eyes burning like a venomous spider had taken a chunk from them, and my cheeks frozen into stone in its natural everlasting frown.
I stepped up the old wooden steps at nearly dusk, walking into the house I was greeted by Nash sprawled out on the couch shouting over his shoulder "Your Late!" His voice bellowed making me jump a few inches forward, "Get your ass in the kitchen and start dinner" He commanded not the slightest bit happy, I knew he wasn't kidding. Is that how most brothers greeted their younger sisters? Then again do most teenagers disappear from 5:30 A.M till 5 or 6 P.M without their parent's notice? I guessed not. A lot of naïve people would claim I was lucky. I mean Ya, in some ways I was, I wasn't forced to do much, I wasn't forced to school, Or to get the Straight A's that I do.
But all I wanted was for once to get beat for failing algebra (which clearly I wasn't), or get grounded for coming home late. But no, I was beat for my parents' bad days, and I was home late every day because I had to walk 17 miles daily to get to my school. I've never been grounded, I'm held back from having friends over or going to parties or sleep overs because of my parents. But I wasn't going to.
One thing I've learned from my parents is my kids will never have to say "I hope my brother isn't in that mood" or wonder "How was mom/dad's day? Do I need to hide?" That's all I wanted.
Kids and I? We are great! I've never meant a child under 8 who didn't love me. From infant to about 7 who I couldn't get to take a nap. I guess me being fun and crazy little kids liked having me around. Having little kids around gave me a purpose larger than a punching bag or a sex doll, and a purpose was all I wanted in life. Little kids and "friends" are like simple excuses to live.
I did as I was told and made dinner but I didn't eat, I never do. I don't eat, I can't. Truthfully I don't understand, I don't get it, I'm just never hungry. But none the less I bring my parents food, then Nash who has moved into his cold dark room that I knew all too well. They didn't thank me. Naturally.
I walked into my room, locked the door, turned my radio on, and began to study. It was Friday night, but that didn't matter because I never had a curfew anyhow. I pulled my chemistry book out with my notebook and a pen; I spent a few hours studying taking notes answering random questions. Then I put away the book and my notebook and pulled out my algebra II book and my algebra notebook and studied a little more. Then I attempted to practice my monologue in the mirror but I couldn't stand looking at my face. I gave up and went into my room to dabble in our book for literature appreciation. I ended up climbing in bed around midnight.
I laid in bed listening to the animals in the woods, the horrifying train in the distance. I listened to hawks and Owls argue across the spread of trees. I slowly drifted to sleep with hopes of a peaceful night.
So there you have it nice and simple Shout out to SarahImmortal my lovely darling:)
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