Isn't it weird how when your doing one thing your mind is doing something else so you have to force yourself to do the task at hand? We call that focus, which is an anomaly within itself. I sat contemplating this on my twin sized bed in my tiny 10x10 bedroom in our one floor house in Jacksonville,Florida in the United States, on planet Earth, The solar system, the Milky Way, the universe. "Jaide! Come eat your lunch!" my mom, Carrie, called to me from our lavish tiny galley kitchen. Everything in our house was small, the biggest thing that we owned was the backyard, boy was that thing big, we had a pool (above ground) a swing set (from when I was 4 an entire patio set, and a 'GrillMastr' multi-grill. That's just a small part of the yard. I placed my had on the scar on my chest where my heart should be, instead a girl' s heart, that was killed in a car crash, her name was Veronica.
Then mom walked into my room, exasperated."Really J? You can't live your life in your room." I laughed and said, "Well I'm not allowed to leave the house within a 5 mile radius, so that's on you." "Well at least get dressed, your dad is coming home today." she said before walking back into the kitchen. I scrambled to get presentable clothes on. My dad was away on a year-long business trip to California. I stumbled into the kitchen in a 'Fall Out Boy' tee-shirt, my favorite torn boot-cut jeans, and my worn-out Converse. Then I sat down at the table and was going to starting to eat when mom stopped me. "Wait until your father comes, he should be here so-" She was cut off by the front door opening...
