It's okay..
snap.
you'll be fine
snap.
just breath Kiara
snap. snap.
The metal charm of my bracelet slaps against my now raw skin over and over again. Pull, let go, pull, let go. I stare at my bright red wrist in my lap, avoiding conversation with mom and dad.
They argued again today. Same as yesterday and the day before and literally my whole life.
A dramatic sigh is let out of my mothers high pitched mouth, "God Kiara, quit it with the bracelet. How many times have me and your father told you to stop with the dramatics." The annoyed look on her face was evident.
I stop moving at the tone of my mother's voice and place my elbow on the table, propping my head up and poking, the now soggy noodles on my plate in front of me.
All of us sit in silence for the next 15 minutes. I swear most of the time we don't even seem like a family. Just three people forced to live together. It's exhausting.
The next half hour, not another word is said. Dad's the first one to leave, claiming that he has shit to do and not to bother him. Mom follows shortly after muttering a reminder to do the dishes. I feel a crying gig begin to start, but I ignore it and let silent tears fall while cleaning up the rest of the kitchen.
♡
"Pleaseeeee Bonnie, just one more! I swear, then I'll be done." I'd love to say that I'm in great health and don't eat junk food, I really would, but I just can't do it. Don't get me wrong, I've really tried the whole healthy path, but I caved like 4 days in cause I was allowed access to marshmallows. You seriously can't blame me, and now here I am begging my best friend to throw another peach ring into my mouth.
"Hon, when's the last time you got your teeth checked? cause in the past 10 minutes, you've eaten 9 peach rings, half a bag of mini marshmallows, and drunken 2 sodas. Sorry, but I'm cutting you off from my stash."
Jaw. Dropped. "You hate me. You actually want me to die."
Speaking of those marshmallows, they are currently melting on the cement right now next to a very good-looking pool. At a whopping 92 degrees, I would love to jump in, but someone forgot to tell me just how hot it would be today. I mean, I'm fine in my jean shorts and cut-off tank top, but I could also be in a swimsuit right now soooo.
I love days like this, when I can just forget about all the shit I have to deal with at home and can laugh with my friends for hours. I think that's one of the main reasons I like school so much. It's an escape from life. I would rather deal with stupid drama and unnecessary homework than anything that happens at home any day.
"Iversonnnn!!! Can you get me a root beer, please!!" I almost give up after not getting a response for 20 seconds but then the back door opens, me and Bonnie are greeted with our bestfriend wearing jean short-shorts with a stretched out crop top from Bonnie's closet holding a case of root beer on his hip.
"I wish I could say that basically being able to see your ass is the most interesting part about this outfit, but um.." Working my eyes down Iversons outfit. I see a pair of at least 4 inch heels on both of his feet.
Bonnie doesn't even say anything before Iverson quickly starts defending himself.
"Okay babe before you freak out just know that if I try and run from you this shirt might rip and these shoes go bye bye, so take a moment to breath and help me out of this please?"
