It's Wednesday,I wake up almost blurry, hoping for a day, a day that I could meet the one that could bright my way, with a personality before a look, with a chat before a kiss, with a soul before a smile, After all sight isn't just in the eye.
Changing the pajamas I am wearing, I keep a note to myself that I should remain positive since today is the start of my senior. "JEFF!" my mother's loud voice travel all the way to my bedroom. "Breakfast is ready!" I didn't need to be told twice, therefore, with a swift movement I zipped my pants, paced outside my room and began making my way to the kitchen.
The moment I walk inside the kitchen my ears begin to ring with two months of age screams that leave my baby brother. Add to that was the stench of burnt eggs and bacon.
Poor mom, I think to myself when her worn out face comes across. She's been really busy since she gave birth to my brother.
Frustrated too, because she had to give up on drawing -work of art may I say. She got dismissed from work with a permanent leave, a nice way of saying she got fired, because she never made it on time.
My bus driver texts me 5 mins before he arrives, so as I got his text, I went to the bus stop, waiting for the first day of my senior year.
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What We're Meant to be
No FicciónHe woke up,one day, thinking of a future that he can foresee, waiting for the day he can meet her, the one, he said, that could bright his way, with a personality before a look, with a chat before a kiss, with a soul before a smile.
