A Day Like Any Other
The day started like any other. (Although it's not really important how the day started, it's more important how the night began, I figured I would tell you anyway.) Got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and went to school. I took a test in math and had a pop quiz in English. After school I walked home with my friends, and they came over for a little while. We talked about the same shit we've been talking about for the past year. And suddenly it was like I was outside watching myself. I thought Jesus, is this what the next two years are gonna be like. Your only young once and it sucks that I have to waste it here.
But just as quickly as the feeling came, it went away, and I was back to talking about Jeff, the hot guy in my Spanish class.
Everyone left, and I went upstairs to do my homework, but I couldn't concentrate, so instead I went back downstairs. My mom and dad were both home, sitting on the couch. When they said Hello and asked me how my day was I merely mumbled inaudibly in reply.
Now, if I knew this would be the last time I would see them for quite some time, I may have said something a little more profound. Maybe gave them a hug and told them I loved them or something. But I had no idea what fate had in store for me, so I didn't.
I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, not expecting to find anything, just doing it out of habit mostly. So after I found nothing of interest downstairs, I went back into my room and laid on my bed, to stare at the ceiling.
I fell asleep without knowing it, and next thing I know, my mom is calling me down for dinner. I wasn't hungry so I told her I had a headache and I was going to sleep.
I lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, rolled over and went back to sleep with out turning off the light.
My mother most have come in to check on me some point before she went to sleep, because the light was off, and I remember feeling a hand on my forehead. I guess she was checking to see if I had a fever. When she was satisfied I didn't, she left the room. It was the last time we would be in the same room, for a long time.
***Hey Everyone. How do you guys like the story? It's a little slow moving, but it'll get better. I'll update soon. Reviews are of course welcome. Also, thanks to everyone else who reviewed. It's kind of cool knowing that people actually read the stuff you write. Thanks Again, and I hope everyone keeps reading the story***
The day started like any other. (Although it's not really important how the day started, it's more important how the night began, I figured I would tell you anyway.) Got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and went to school. I took a test in math and had a pop quiz in English. After school I walked home with my friends, and they came over for a little while. We talked about the same shit we've been talking about for the past year. And suddenly it was like I was outside watching myself. I thought Jesus, is this what the next two years are gonna be like. Your only young once and it sucks that I have to waste it here.
But just as quickly as the feeling came, it went away, and I was back to talking about Jeff, the hot guy in my Spanish class.
Everyone left, and I went upstairs to do my homework, but I couldn't concentrate, so instead I went back downstairs. My mom and dad were both home, sitting on the couch. When they said Hello and asked me how my day was I merely mumbled inaudibly in reply.
Now, if I knew this would be the last time I would see them for quite some time, I may have said something a little more profound. Maybe gave them a hug and told them I loved them or something. But I had no idea what fate had in store for me, so I didn't.
I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, not expecting to find anything, just doing it out of habit mostly. So after I found nothing of interest downstairs, I went back into my room and laid on my bed, to stare at the ceiling.
I fell asleep without knowing it, and next thing I know, my mom is calling me down for dinner. I wasn't hungry so I told her I had a headache and I was going to sleep.
I lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, rolled over and went back to sleep with out turning off the light.
My mother most have come in to check on me some point before she went to sleep, because the light was off, and I remember feeling a hand on my forehead. I guess she was checking to see if I had a fever. When she was satisfied I didn't, she left the room. It was the last time we would be in the same room, for a long time.
***Hey Everyone. How do you guys like the story? It's a little slow moving, but it'll get better. I'll update soon. Reviews are of course welcome. Also, thanks to everyone else who reviewed. It's kind of cool knowing that people actually read the stuff you write. Thanks Again, and I hope everyone keeps reading the story***