Marked

Unerasable

I woke up with the thought of faking to be sick and not go to school. Last night I had drawn a picture of a thermometer on my arm to remind me but now I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I threw my brown blanket away and slipped off of my bed in one tired motion. I walked on my fuzzy carpet to the bathroom that was all mine and I never had to share it with anyone. I started washing at the red marker on my arm and the ink started to slip away. Then the watery ink moved back into place right when it barely left.
"What the?" I asked myself as I started scrubbing at it with my towel and was using way to much soap. My skin started burning as I rubbed vigorously but the ink stubbornly stayed.
"Ugh!" I shouted.
"The bus will be here soon!" My mother shouted. Even though I'm seventeen she still treats me like I know nothing, and on top of that she doesn't let me drive alone.
"Fine, you can stay!" I shouted as I dropped everything and ran to grab my ten pound backpack full of unfinished homework, some not even started. I ran down our steep stairs and past my mom behind the counter as I grabbed a slightly bruised green apple. I hurried out our door that closes by itself and sprinted to the bus stop. I almost screamed as I saw the bus drive away without me, leaving me stranded with my mom to take me to school. I stomped back through the snow muttering things under my breath as a glowing light appeared on my right arm. I pulled up my blue sleeve and saw a mad face with steam coming off of it, we're my arms mocking me?