''Don't let Me Get Me''
Ch.3 What is called home
When we got home I just wanted to go to my room, but Dad felt he had to give me a tour of the house.
'' Ok this is the kitchen and over there down the hall is the bathroom and then the t.v. room is here and then come with me upstairs.'' Dad explained.
It was a very worn down house. There were clothes everywhere, it looked like dad hadn't cleaned in a while. I almost felt embarrassed for dad. The stairs were squeaking and noisy all the way up them. Once we had made it to the top of the stairs dad opened a door to a very dark room.
'' This is your room'' Dad said turning the lights on. ''Sorry it's kinda messy. I didn't have time to clean everything up before you arrived.'' He said.
Truly the house looked like he didn't even make an effert to clean it at all. I kinda felt sorry for dad, but then I got over it because I realized that I live here to now.
'' So I'll just leave you here to unpack your stuff. I'll be down stairs if you need me'' Dad said and then left the room.
I sat down on my bed and then I looked around at the room. It was a very plain yellow. Over in the upper corner of the wall next to the window there was some sort of brown yellow liquid fungus seeping through the cracks in the.
I looked over at the clock it said 6:05 and since it was December it was already dark outside. I laid down on my bed to daydream. I heard thunder outside and eventually I could hear the sound of rain drops hit the roof of the house.
Some people would be upset if it rained on a day like today. But it didn't bother, but it didn't bother me it actually brought comfort to me, the thought of it raining on someone else parade sounded good right now. It was not the best day of my life but at least the rain set the mood and I was now in the comfort of my own room and that protected me.
I decided to get up and unpack. But before I could unpack I decided that I would clean the room first. I picked up all the newspapers up off the floor. I threw some away in the wastebasket and then I kept the some of the ones with cool pictures on them. I folded those ones and left them on the bed. I found some old rags under my bed so I used those to dry the floor where the drops of water leaked from the ceiling.
There was an old rolled up rug in the corner between the door way and the wall with the slide door closet. I grabbed it and unrolled it in the middle of the room. That way the floor wouldn't keep getting wet from the rain drops. I also think the rug made the room seem more warm and homey.
Then I began to unpack my bag. I unzipped my bag and started laying out my things on the bed. I sorted everything in piles. My brother's jeans, then my brother's shirts, and then random things like pictures my scrapbook journal thing and my jewelry.
After I had finished laying out my things on my bed I decided to go downstairs to go get a glass of water. I as I entered the kitchen dad was putting food in the refridgerater. Apparently he went shopping for food while I was in my room unpacking.
'' Hey Tonya come here. I got you some T.V. dinners I thought you'd be hungry since we didn't eat at the dinner.'' Dad said holding one of the dinners.
'' No that's ok I just came down to get a glass of water.'' I replied.
'' Oh well they are here if you ever get hungry.'' He said
'' Ok.'' I replied.
I walked back upstairs into my room and then I grabbed my clothes and hung the mall in the closet. After I had finished that I began to put up all of my pictures from home my old friends, some pictures of Jay and I, and of course our old family portrait.
Then I sat on my bed and opened my scrapbook. I looked throught the pages that I had already filled and then I cut some pictures out of the newspapers and glued them into it. I didn't want to go to school the next day I just wanted to stay in my room and pretend that I didn't exist.