Heyy Guys! This is my first story ever on Wattpad, so bear with me. I truthfully don't even write much, but lately i have been bored and i want to do something new....so writing it is! i honestly don't know what this story is going to be about, i have a few ideas, but i am writing as i go. dont yell at my grammer becuase i truthfully could care less about that. i aint no english teacher. I also dont know how long the chapters should be soo help if you lol but please leave comments and give me ideas because im almost positive i will get writers block. well i hope someone actually reads my story, but if nott...whatever lol life moves one. adios bitchachios! love you! Enjoy.. i hope :D
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Monday is the worst day of the week.
The realization that you have to go another 5 days of school until you get a break is truly a bummer. The fact that your best friend is arguing with you right now is a double whammy. The thing that really pisses me off, is the fact that it is over nothing. She is mad at me because I did not go to a party Friday night and she needed me to be her wing man. Whatever. She will get over it.
"Kayla get up! Time for school!" My mother shouts from down stairs.
"Okay mom!" I reply. I figure I might as well stop moping about going to school when I have no choice. I unwrap myself from my cozy blanket which my father gave me before he departed in Iraq, for his first time, 2 years ago, and went into my bathroom and took a shower. I still miss him.
The way he would make his famous sunny side up eggs with bacon covered in mustard. Hold on! What? Mustard!? Yes, as crazy as it sounds, mustard and bacon actually go extremely well. I would have never thought so either, but my dad made them after his first trip to war. Apparently, one of his buddies was telling him about it, and when dad came home he had to see if it was true himself. Yeh, it was true all right.
His mustard bacon was not the only thing I missed about him. I also miss what my life could have been without him passing away. It hurts to talk, think, or hear about, yet it never leaves my thoughts. Even at school I feel my brain drift to that day the soldiers arrived on our door stop. If I am having a really bad day, I also imagine what was going on with him while it happened, and of course I think of the worst scenario possible.
I get out of the shower, blow dry and straighten my hair, then search for some clothes. I may not be feeling up to going to school today for many reasons, but I still don't want to look like crap. I put on dark washed skinny jeans, with an over sized maroon sweater and a white scarf. I put on my combat boots and walk down the stairs. "Hey mom." I said as I grabbed an apple off the island and started munching on it.
"Hi Darling. Mind taking Matt to daycare today? I am running late and don't have enough time?" Of course I said I could, even though myself was cutting the time a little too close as well. I went into the family room, and found Matt laying on the couch playing with his action figures. Captain America and Buzz Lightyear were flying over his head.
"Lets go Matt, I don't want to be late for school." I said as I walked over and took Captain America out of his hand. I grabbed his hand even though his eyes did not look to happy, he followed me. I put on mine and his coat, grabbed our book bags, and my purse and left the house.
"Kayla!" Mom shouted before I shut the door. "Honey, I wont be home until after dinner tonight, so you are going to have to pick him up today too. Somebody had to call off, and I have to stay over. Sorry Sweety! Love you! Have fun at school and don't forget to call me when you get home!"she kissed out foreheads, and walked back inside.
I shut the front door, and walked to my White 2009 Honda Accord. I opened the back seat, and helped Matt into the car seat. I closed the door, and looked over to my neighbor.
"Hey Mama Jean" I said as I waved to my elderly neighbor who was getting the newspaper. "How are you this fine morning?" I also asked, she just smiled and laughed.
"Swell my dear! I'm baking some cookies today. Want me to wait till you guys get home so Matt can help?"
"Sure! He would like that and so will I when I eat them!" She was probably the nicest old lady I have ever met. She is so genuine, and whenever my mom works late nights, and I need to go somewhere, she is always lending a hand.
Even though I have never beat her at scrabble which I have been playing against her for my whole life, I still love her. I will admit though, I don't know how she remembers all those big words when she is roughly 76. Her brain sure is in the right place I guess. "Bye! See you later"
I get in the car, and turn up the radio to 'Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round.' Yes I know that song is not what all the 17 year old girls are listening too, but they don't have to babysit their 5 year old brother who is Autistic. You can tell he likes this music. His head bobbles back and forth, but when you play Beethoven his eyes lit up. Matt can talk and he is not as bad as some kids are.
From a distance, you would never know he was Autistic, but the more you are around him, the easier it is to detect it. Many times he just stares blankly at something. His eyes look fuzzy and I always have to snap him out of it.
Almost twenty four seven he is clicking his fingers against his leg. In a way it is kinda cute, but then I remember that this horrible disease is what is causing him to act this way. That only makes me mad. All though I hate what autism did and is doing with Matt, I never hate him. I would never change who he is for anything. I only want what is best for him.
I drive into the parking lot of the daycare center, and grab Matt's stuff and walk into the building. I say my share of hellos, kiss Matthew goodbye, and head to school.
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the romance will be coming up shortly!
