I made my way up the steps juggling the groceries in one hand and my house keys in the other. Entering the house, I headed in the direction of the kitchen, focusing my mind to drown out the racket in the background. As I scurried around the small room going from cabinet to cabinet, I didn't notice my mother walk in.
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After putting away all my purchased items I collapsed on the couch. I was getting used to this, though in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn't. For the past few years I had been fulfilling my dreams. I was a professional wrestler, hell; I was a World Wrestling Federation Superstar. It had been non-stop. One town after another, one arena to the next. But the last couple of weeks had been calm and quite serene, now all I had to do was accept that my much-needed vacation was coming to an end. As a matter a fact... I was leaving tomorrow for Denver. When that thought suck in, I realized I needed to get out of here. Take one last walk around Cameron. The weatherman had predicted rain, but they are never accurate and truthfully I didn't care. I enjoyed the rain.
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"Well it's about time you got back."
Her angry voice pulled me from my quiet reverie and my head shot up in surprise. I decided to ignore her comment and place the last can of soup in the cupboard. I shut the cabinet doors and began to make my way to my bedroom with my mom closely following, steadily spitting out commands and her usual put downs. I was used to this. It had been an everyday occurrence for about ten years now. My father's leaving took its toll on my mother. I was twelve at the time and this is how it has been since.
I was mere inches away from shutting my door when she got her foot between it and the frame. I was tired of this, I would usually fight back but I was sick of that too. All of a sudden something snapped. I am not sure if it was in my heart or my head, but something definitely hit me. I didn't have to take this; I wasn't going to take this. Without even a glare in my mother's direction, I pushed her out of the way and took off.
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After putting away all my purchased items I collapsed on the couch. I was getting used to this, though in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn't. For the past few years I had been fulfilling my dreams. I was a professional wrestler, hell; I was a World Wrestling Federation Superstar. It had been non-stop. One town after another, one arena to the next. But the last couple of weeks had been calm and quite serene, now all I had to do was accept that my much-needed vacation was coming to an end. As a matter a fact... I was leaving tomorrow for Denver. When that thought suck in, I realized I needed to get out of here. Take one last walk around Cameron. The weatherman had predicted rain, but they are never accurate and truthfully I didn't care. I enjoyed the rain.
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"Well it's about time you got back."
Her angry voice pulled me from my quiet reverie and my head shot up in surprise. I decided to ignore her comment and place the last can of soup in the cupboard. I shut the cabinet doors and began to make my way to my bedroom with my mom closely following, steadily spitting out commands and her usual put downs. I was used to this. It had been an everyday occurrence for about ten years now. My father's leaving took its toll on my mother. I was twelve at the time and this is how it has been since.
I was mere inches away from shutting my door when she got her foot between it and the frame. I was tired of this, I would usually fight back but I was sick of that too. All of a sudden something snapped. I am not sure if it was in my heart or my head, but something definitely hit me. I didn't have to take this; I wasn't going to take this. Without even a glare in my mother's direction, I pushed her out of the way and took off.