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It was a tiring day at school. Although, I was happy about french class ending.
I didn't have any high expectations that anyone would pick my sister and I up at the correct time. It turns out my uncle arrived two hours later, but left since he didn't see us. We had been late and hadn't been able to catch the bus, also.
Lovely.
My head was burning. It only helped my exhaustion. Tired, and hungry, I collasped into the hard cement floor. Boy, this is the life. With a sigh and a heavy heart, I watched as my sister converse with her friend to ask for a cell phone. Her smiles are as fake as ever, with a metallic gleam to her teeth. She had braces, of course. After waiting of what seemed like an eternity, the bus finally came. I was suprised at how I can't seem to get up from my position. There was numbness around my legs, and arms. Thinking how last night-where my own family won't even give me a bed to sleep on, nor a couch to have peace to sleep-I shook my head at the thought. Unwillingly, my legs won't budge. I had to ask my sister to help. After getting off the ground, I felt weak, and disoriented. The only thing I can do is trudge to the bus with my heavy books and backpack, for a few seconds.
When I went inside, it was cool and comfy. I immediately sat on the chair with a slight 'thud'. As I looked around, I observed how it was so silent and how others were not paying any heed to what others were doing. A man in a wheelchair, highschool kids, and the constant beeping of the bus, trailing the 70 line. It was interesting to say the least. I felt something crawling into my hand. It was an ant. I wasn't particulary sane at the moment, so I just laid my hand on the rim of the chair, and watched as it crawled off my hand. My fingers lingered on the cool surface of the metal, before I withdrew my hand.
Finally, it was our stop. I moaned. I didn't want to walk. Gathering every ounce of my strength, my sister and I headed for our destination. Oh how I endured that long, long walk. It was harder with the books and the uneven paved ground. I arrived at my home, and paused at the door. What will my mother say? She'll probally lecture on, and on, and on, on, on, forever, -eternally! God, oh how I hate it. I mentally slapped myself for saying God's name in vain, but, I wasn't certainly religious, either.
Inside, my mom was glaring at us, yelling, giving us vicious looks. I only slumped on the chair, waiting for it to stop. Well, it didn't. I ignored her, rebeliously, and went inside the highly furnished room. It was messy, but I wouldn't say anything otherwise. It was a hobby, turning on the computer and playing the brainwashing games. I pressed the button, and a beeping sound emitted. On the screen showed a green and wonderfully colored background, with a dog in the middle. Cute.
It was always a schedule in the house. My mom would be always yelling at us, but centering on me. Technically, I was the criminal in the house. Breaking rules, and angering my mom. I'm innocent, I tell you. I swear. Although if you see me crossing my fingers, it's nothing that you should care about. Moving on, I tried downloadng this kind of game, and it takes an hour, tops. At the last ten minutes, the downloading stopped, frozen like it was caught in a time warp. I was so angered at this. I tried it again, but it stopped also. The repetitive freezing of the word 'downloading, please wait' was getting on my nerves. I mentally screamed.
Frustrated, I went out into the living room, and watched a DVD, enjoying the animated cartoons. I came back an hour later only to see the downloading froze, once again. This only made me angry, so angry, that my head turned slightly red. Knowing this-I took deep breaths and sat down on the hard, polished chair. I guessed I should just read some, and enjoy the time off from school.
My mom came in, only to yell at me to dry the laundry. Her glares and accusational comments made me reply to her, in witty remarks. I was NOT in the mood, and so wasn't she. She yelled, she screamed off her lungs at words I couldn't understand. It was because I was born in California-and couldn't quite understand some of my mother's words. Hurrah.
There's always a tommorrow in life, and you surely, can't wait for it to come.
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