The slam of the bathroom door jolted me awake, along with the sound of dad's boots as he stomped down the hall, shouting, "Bye, honey, have a great day! I love you!"
"I love you, too, dad," I squeaked, the sleep not completely leaving my system just yet. Pretty soon, I heard Caleb's footsteps, too. They both stomped, everywhere. I felt like I was the only person who walked, heel toe, quietly. It must add to men's egos, or something, when they stomp like Godzilla throughout the house.
Now only if we had a bunch of little asians to run and scream about.
I drug myself out of bed to my hamper/wicker chair. It wasn't a hamper. It was a wicker chair. But it was my hamper. I just threw my clothes on it, mainly. I have a bad habit of not folding my clothes, mainly, because I dont care. I quickly got dressed, then went to the bathroom where my brother was doing his hair. No, he didnt have long hair or anything, he just did his hair. "Hey, move out of the way, I need to brush my teeth," I grumbled.
"No, wait, I'm almost done," He said, combing his hair with what looked like a horse brush.
"Caleb, you take forever, just move." I shoved him over and grabbed my toothbrush and tooth paste and began to brush my teeth.
"Hey!" He lightly shoved me back. I was still too tiered to care. Caleb took a step back from the mirror to get a better look at himself, "Ah, ah," he wiped at his shoulders, "I look fuuhh-resh, don't I?"
"No," I gurgled.
"Shut up, you just wish you looked this good."
"No."
"Yes."
"No," I cleaned my mouth with water, "I dont want to look like a 15 year old boy, sorry. I'm pretty okay with being a 17 year old girl."
I walked to my room to do my hair, put on some perfume, then I was out the door, waiting for the bus. Caleb walked around the yard, singing some gay rap song. "EEEeeeee, the other day I almost got into it with this fag from school. Maaann, talkin some mess. I almost had to kick his a**." He smiled his usual side smile, grinding his fist into his other hand.
"Caleb, you need to chill out, man. You can get in a lot of trouble."
"I dont care."
"Well, you should." I replied.
He was quiet for a second, before changing the subject. "Man, you werent here, but the other day, dad was being a dick."
I started. "What happened?"
"Well, I just came home from work, right-and you know how I work late sometimes-"
"Yeah."
"-well, he was all drunk and s*** and just starts yelling at me and pushing me."
"Why?" I asked, my voice influctuating in anger.
He shrugged, "I dont know, he was drunk and being stupid. I just went to sleep."
"I'm sorry he's like that..."
The bus came just at that moment. I watched as Caleb walked to the back of the bus where his friends were...
