The American // DNF

Three.

When I got home, I flung my bag onto my desk chair and laid on my bed lazily. Finally, some release. No people to deal with.

I had a very short power nap because I knew I would have to go over all my notes from today again just to make sure it stuck in my head. There was still so much to stress about but at least I had the energy to do so.

Once I'd woken up, I realised I was fully cloaked in uniform that I felt a desperate need to be rid of. I tore it off and slipped on a hoodie and sweats, feeling instantly more comfortable to begin with the notes and a piece of German homework.

I slumped in my chair and scoured my eyes over the sheets of paper. It wasn't going in and I found myself on my phone way too often, dammit. The words blurred before a few tears dropped onto the pages and smeared the ink.

Stop crying.
You're just work-shy
Hah, how stupid are you?

"Ugh!" I huffed, throwing my head back and squinting at the ceiling. I decided that maybe a drink would clear my mind so I padded downstairs to the neglected rooms of the house.

My dad was at work, but he would be here in a few hours, but my mom? I didn't know what time she would be coming back and she didn't even have a job. She would just leave at some point during the day and could come back anywhere between 6 pm and, as seen from today, 8 am the next morning.

She had complete disregard for us. Dad was a doctor and would be working hard all day long, sometimes from the early hours, and then get home only to find he would then have to make dinner and there would be undone housework constantly that she never did. It's not like she should be doing those things because she's a woman or anything, but she's got all the spare time in the world but she chooses not to help or even give direction on what to do, but she still had a very specific way of doing everything.

As I was saying, I reached into the cupboard for a glass for some milk. There was barely anything in the fridge.

She probably forgot to go shopping again.

Dad had done the dishes last night so the kitchen was actually quite tidy which was a relief, although the pile of laundry was ever-increasing and needed to be done.

I'll do that later.

But you'll do it wrong
Then she'll hate you
You won't do it to her standard
Do you even know how to fold clothes?

Yes!

Not how to fold them her way

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and bounced back up the stairs with my milk to continue trying to absorb the information or attempt the German.

When I did reach my room, however, my phone lit up with the familiar red and green buttons. It was George calling me.

Why would he want to call you?

I shook my head in an attempt to shake the thought away, and sat down at my desk, picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hi Clay, I was wondering when you wanted to start the tutoring?" George replied.

"I mean, I'm free whenever to start, and honestly I quite need your help," I admitted.

"Well I could come over tomorrow, bring my textbooks and we can get started with some of the stuff we covered last year?" He offered eagerly.

He just wants to get in your pants.
Shut up no he doesn't.
Yes, he does, look how excited he is to go to your house.
Stop, I know him he's not like that.
You've known him for a few hours, dumb shit. How do you know?