The Last One

A Broken Home

As I walk home, slowly, trying my hardest to walk as slow as possible. We got our report cards today at school and I'm proud of my grades, but I'm afraid as my parents reaction.
REPORT CARD:
216 English Gerrald, Ron. 98 A
214 Science Hopper, Amy. 85 B
301 History Smith, Derek. 91 A
300 P.E Hebble, Christi. 100 A
As I edge up to the first step of the porch, I instantly hear yelling and the fierce voice of my dad yelling back.
First step, the yelling continues.
Second step, the yelling gets louder.
Third step, it's piercing my ears.
I'm on the porch. I stand in silence so frustrated at how my parents treat each other. I'm surprised they haven't gotten a divorce. I finally hear enough of these constant, conflicts that arise in my "perfect" family. I step up onto the mat that reads "Welcome". Ha, what's so welcoming in this home? It's literally screaming "Run, as fast as you can.". So I take those words seriously. I quickly shuffle my feet down the steps, but quietly. I run down my driveway but as I reach the road, I hear a slight "creeeeek". I sigh deeply and turn around. There stands my mother. Bright natural red hair, light green eyes, tanned skin. She is flawless. She has a certain seducing look she can give anyone and you quickly give in. "May Marie Channing!" I hear my mother say with a loud but soft voice. I never understood how she could be so mad but sound so sweet. I pace my feet backwards and swing my right foot over my left turning around swiftly. A smile arises in my cheeks. I look up and jump onto the porch, ignoring the steps. "Yes mother?"
"Where do you think you are going?"
I instantly think of the best excuse I can. I'm usually quick to answer, I I reply quickly, "Oh, just helping you out! I was grabbing the mail!" I shuffle my hands around trying to get my report card out of my messy back pack. I hand her the report card, not looking at her, and I walk past her. As I stand on the mocking "Welcome" mat, my hand reaches for the silver door knob. I approach it, wrap my small hand around it, twist, and push. As I get only one step into the house, my mother gently grabs my shoulder. "It's all over for me now." I think in my head. I hear a soft voice pecking at my ear. I finally take the option of listening.
"I'm proud of you sweetheart. " My mom says to me with a generous smile.
I instinctively return her smile and say "Thank you". I walk in the door and hold it open for mom. I make my way shifting through the tables in the hallway and twist the knob opening to my room. As I walk in I see a light turquoise room, bright because of the dim light of my huge window. My window looks out onto the front lawn. When I look outside I see a bright green field of grass and a big garden of flowers, finishing with a small white picket fence outlining our yard. I turn around and open my closet, setting my heavy backpack down in its own cubby.
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I lie down on my soft pink bed and fluff my pillows to where I want it, exact. I lie my head back and close my eyes.