Hated

Mac and Cheese Memories

I must have fallen asleep sometime after the crappy dinner my mother always makes: Mac-N-Cheese. The first time she forgot to add the water for goodness sakes! She can't do anything anymore. I might as well be an orphan. It would be the same thing either way.
I woke up to my alarm singing the horrifying toon of high pitched beeping, telling me another day of hell is about to begin. Rain hits the roof angrily, as if wanting me to have a sad day. When has a rainy day ever meant anything good? Ever since I was younger, rain has always meant a depressing day.
Pulling on my pink sweater and black jeans, I walk out of my room and head straight to the bathroom. After doing my business, I brush my hair and teeth and get out in five minutes flat. I walk out to my mom sitting on the couch, shoes on and ready to go. First time that has happened in a while.
"Aren't you gonna grab some breakfast?" She asks, standing up and walking into the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator and pulls out a dozen eggs.
"I'm not very hungry," I'm starving. "Can we go now?" She looks at me as if she's about to say something, but instead decides to put the eggs back in the refrigerator and close the door. Turning her back to me, she picks up her keys and walks out the front door.
We get to school in less than three minutes. The rain trickles down the car window like it is trying to get away from the sky itself. I watch the raindrops a little longer and finally get out of the car when mom starts getting annoyed.
Mom drives away, leaving me to stand in the rain outside of a school that seems to tower over me. The wind makes the rain hit my face hard enough it feel like it cuts my cheek.
There is no smell anymore. Only the sight of pain filling the air. Pain coming from me, coming from kids in school, coming from God himself. Pain is everywhere, and there is no way of blocking yourself from it. Once it's in you, it never comes back out.
'All the water in the ocean could never sink a ship until it lets it in. Likewise, all the pressures of the world can't get you unless you let them in.'
One of my favorite quotes repeats in my head. I didn't just let the water in. I gave it the salt to burn me with.