The warm rays of the sun gently rested upon my pale face. In the air
I could smell the aroma of a hardy breakfast. I slowly pushed back the
heavy wool covers lying across my legs, and shifted my body to the side of
the bed. Using what energy I had gained I began to stand up. At first my
body started to sway to and fro, but I caught myself on the edge of my
nightstand. I looked dazzlingly out my window only to see the clouds
painted on a canvas against the blue sky. My heart was filled with a warm
friendly feeling. It had been awhile since I had seen a sunny day. The
last few weeks had been nothing but cold drizzle.
I slowly dragged my drowsy body across the floor and began to search for a somewhat clean pair of pants and shirt. All around me were piles and piles of dirty clothes. None of them had been washed in at least a month. I had done this routine every day since I began school. Wake up, throw on some dirty clothes, go to school, learn absolutely nothing, and finally go to sleep. My eyes and nose slowly raced across the mountains of my discarded apparel. I always tried to pick out the least stinky ones. So this way I wouldn't be mistreated by the countless bullies at school. When I finally found a clean pair of clothes I quickly got dressed.
Outside my door I could hear the muffled sound of the weatherman on the living room TV. Every morning my mom wakes up and plops down in front of that darned thing. It's been that way since my dad left us. He always loved his job, and now it's calling to him. You see my dad was a police officer in downtown New York, and since the heat has been rising in D.C. his district has been called down to settle things. Of course he felt wrong about going. I mean it took him at least three hours to say good bye. Sometimes late at night I can hear my mom softly crying in her room.
I dread seeing her in the morning. Ever since my dad left my mom and I have had short conversations. The longer he was away the more my mother grew weary and depressed. Day by day she goes deeper into the shadows. I'm afraid that soon she'll be too far in to pull out. I have to face her though. If I avoided her who knows what could happen. I can't let her be alone, not now.
My hand grasped the cold metal of the brass handle, and I pulled my door open slowly. In the hallways I could hear the echo of the news anchors talking about current events. I quietly tip toed down the hallway, and slipped into the kitchen. On the table there laid a plate full of eggs and hash browns. I stared at it, and my stomach began to turn. It had been awhile since mom had made me breakfast, and today I wasn't in the mood for any. I knew that if I told my mom I wasn't hungry she would begin to cry. All she wants to do is care for me while my dad is gone. So I quietly picked up the plate without making any noise, and threw the food down the garbage disposal.
I turned toward the kitchen door, and began to walk into the living room. On the couch I could see my mom. She was wearing her old nightgown, and all around her were bags of empty chips and candy. Her eyes locked on to mine and she gave me a fake smile. The darkness she had so long eluded was reaching her. I walked next to her and kissed her dainty forehead.
My heart fell into my chest, and tears began to form in my eyes. I couldn't let her see me cry so I quickly grabbed my book bag. I slowly began to walk to the front door when I heard the breaking news music on the TV. Fear began to grab my insides as I sat in the shadows of the morning sun. My mom looked at me with the utmost fear, but she quickly turned her attention to the TV.
"We have breaking news coming in from the US Supreme Court," stated the woman anchor in a cool crispy voice.
She began to shuffle her papers, and in her eyes I could see sadness and fear.
"It seems that the verdict of the famed B166ER case has come to a close. He was denied human rights. After the verdict was read riots soon broke out in front of the Supreme Court. It has been reported that heavy losses were endured within police forces. The jurors of the court were taken hostage after the incident, but it has now been stated that they are once again in safe hands. Our nation is growing tensions as the days grow on. Many citizens are even afraid of future war between races. The President has already declared that these fears are far fetched and should not even come to scare the citizens of this great nation. Could it truly be that future war is on the horizon," replied the woman in a shaky tone.
In the distance beyond our house I could hear the faint beep of a school buses horn. My mom looked at me with watery eyes. They shined in the flickering lights of the TV. She gestured to me that she would be ok by shaking her rubbing my head. I looked at her with sad eyes and headed for school. Only one thought ran through my mind. What is this coming to?
.
I slowly dragged my drowsy body across the floor and began to search for a somewhat clean pair of pants and shirt. All around me were piles and piles of dirty clothes. None of them had been washed in at least a month. I had done this routine every day since I began school. Wake up, throw on some dirty clothes, go to school, learn absolutely nothing, and finally go to sleep. My eyes and nose slowly raced across the mountains of my discarded apparel. I always tried to pick out the least stinky ones. So this way I wouldn't be mistreated by the countless bullies at school. When I finally found a clean pair of clothes I quickly got dressed.
Outside my door I could hear the muffled sound of the weatherman on the living room TV. Every morning my mom wakes up and plops down in front of that darned thing. It's been that way since my dad left us. He always loved his job, and now it's calling to him. You see my dad was a police officer in downtown New York, and since the heat has been rising in D.C. his district has been called down to settle things. Of course he felt wrong about going. I mean it took him at least three hours to say good bye. Sometimes late at night I can hear my mom softly crying in her room.
I dread seeing her in the morning. Ever since my dad left my mom and I have had short conversations. The longer he was away the more my mother grew weary and depressed. Day by day she goes deeper into the shadows. I'm afraid that soon she'll be too far in to pull out. I have to face her though. If I avoided her who knows what could happen. I can't let her be alone, not now.
My hand grasped the cold metal of the brass handle, and I pulled my door open slowly. In the hallways I could hear the echo of the news anchors talking about current events. I quietly tip toed down the hallway, and slipped into the kitchen. On the table there laid a plate full of eggs and hash browns. I stared at it, and my stomach began to turn. It had been awhile since mom had made me breakfast, and today I wasn't in the mood for any. I knew that if I told my mom I wasn't hungry she would begin to cry. All she wants to do is care for me while my dad is gone. So I quietly picked up the plate without making any noise, and threw the food down the garbage disposal.
I turned toward the kitchen door, and began to walk into the living room. On the couch I could see my mom. She was wearing her old nightgown, and all around her were bags of empty chips and candy. Her eyes locked on to mine and she gave me a fake smile. The darkness she had so long eluded was reaching her. I walked next to her and kissed her dainty forehead.
My heart fell into my chest, and tears began to form in my eyes. I couldn't let her see me cry so I quickly grabbed my book bag. I slowly began to walk to the front door when I heard the breaking news music on the TV. Fear began to grab my insides as I sat in the shadows of the morning sun. My mom looked at me with the utmost fear, but she quickly turned her attention to the TV.
"We have breaking news coming in from the US Supreme Court," stated the woman anchor in a cool crispy voice.
She began to shuffle her papers, and in her eyes I could see sadness and fear.
"It seems that the verdict of the famed B166ER case has come to a close. He was denied human rights. After the verdict was read riots soon broke out in front of the Supreme Court. It has been reported that heavy losses were endured within police forces. The jurors of the court were taken hostage after the incident, but it has now been stated that they are once again in safe hands. Our nation is growing tensions as the days grow on. Many citizens are even afraid of future war between races. The President has already declared that these fears are far fetched and should not even come to scare the citizens of this great nation. Could it truly be that future war is on the horizon," replied the woman in a shaky tone.
In the distance beyond our house I could hear the faint beep of a school buses horn. My mom looked at me with watery eyes. They shined in the flickering lights of the TV. She gestured to me that she would be ok by shaking her rubbing my head. I looked at her with sad eyes and headed for school. Only one thought ran through my mind. What is this coming to?
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