Many hours and hours of cooking food and making the house look spotless for Thanksgiving.
Thank heavens that mess is over and done with, now don't get me wrong I love spending time with family.
Every time, I look at my mother's face there's exhaustion and tiredness, but she hides it very well.
It's finally the weekend, time to catch up on homework and get ready for a new week of school.
The washer soaked my dirty clothes in a mixture of water, detergent, and some Tide pods.
The dryer shakes wildly tumbling the damp clothes to dry the moisture out.
Leaving the clothing basket next to the crème couch and opening the blinds.
Opening my bedroom door, and slowly paced around the room. My eyes scanned every inch, landing on my freshman-year prom picture.
My fingers graze across the image of me, eyes filled with joy and wonder. Not having a care in the world at this moment and time.
Me and Daniella doing our signature pose, and Alex Chen's photo bombing last minute, when the camera flash came on.
I wonder what happened to freshman year me, she's been long gone by now.
It's crazy how our lives have changed ever since that photo.
Daniella and Alex walk around the school campus like love-sick teenagers together.
All eyes are on them, leaving me as just another student at Queen high.
Worksheets and lose paper across my standing desk.
A bookshelf is in the back corner of the room and a MacBook sitting on a stand waiting to be used again.
My alarm clock read 7:45 pm, tidying up the bedroom and rearranging my room for more space.
Checking my school email on my desktop, and jotting down important events on my calendar app on my phone.
Writing a research paper for history with Ms. Danyue, something about Veterans Day and why we should appreciate it.
The moonlight cast its shadow over the bare wall.
Unplugging my MacBook and supplies placing them in my red backpack.
Stretching out every tense muscle and taking a warm shower.
Slipping on my rose gold pajamas with designs of red roses.
Placing a bonnet over my head, keeping my hair from looking like a hot mess.
Pulling the string of my lamp, hoping to have a good night's sleep.
Not ready to face another day of challenges, unnecessary drama, and academic stress.
This all causes me to lose my mind very quickly, but don't we all go insane?
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