I walked down the street. Today, I wanted to take my time walking home. There was no point in trying anymore. What’s the rush anyway? I look down at the sidewalk and noticed weeds and grass growing between the cracks. Nothing can ever be perfect. My shoe’s had mud all over them from the time my brothers and I had played hide and seek in the dark. I accidently stepped in a mud puddle and could never get all the mud to come off. Those were the good days.
The good days went by too fast. It has been two months since I have talked to him. My ex-boyfriend dumped me exactly two months from today. It hurts and stings that things ended the way they did. We were so happy together, or at least I thought we were. Like any other boyfriend would do, he promised forever. He promised he wouldn’t leave my side. I remember all the promises he made and he broke them…all.
I was at his house. We were watching baseball. He always liked watching sports and he loved teaching me all the rules and tricks to baseball. I actually enjoyed learning about baseball. He doesn’t know that. I loved when he would shout at the TV when someone didn’t make it to the base. He always knew how to make me laugh, too. He would tell me a joke in the middle of explaining something about the baseball game. Even though I never got the jokes, I loved how he wanted me to be interested in the things he enjoyed.
I walked up to the steps to my house and got the house key from my book bag. I slowly put the key in the lock and opened the door. I peeked in the house to see if anyone was home. Like usual, no one was. My parents aren’t ever home anymore. My mom is always at the hospital working morning through evening shifts, while my dad is always at his office. My dad is a lawyer, so he is always busy with new cases and filling out paperwork. Therefore, I am home alone most of the time. It doesn’t help the fact that I’m the only child, too. I get home every day, with no one to talk to.
I tossed my book bag onto the couch and went straight to the kitchen. I searched for something to eat. I opened the fridge and cabinet and there was nothing. So, I was stuck with eating a small pack of fruit snacks. I can’t drive on my own yet. I have one more month before I can finally drive without my parents in the passenger seat every time. Driving to school would be way better than riding the bus with those immature preps that sit in the back.
My friends, Diana and Liz, already have their driver’s licenses. They always drop by my house just to hang out for a bit. They know my parents are almost never home. They are like my sisters to me, especially since I am an only child.
