Hated

Just Another Day

My eyes open before my alarm goes off. I look over at the clock to see I am only fifteen minutes early, so I turn it off before it has the chance to buzz.I put on the first thing I see in my closet; a loose blue shirt, shin ripped jeans, green underwear, and pink socks. Not the best combo, but I don't care right now. It's not like anyone can see my underwear or give enough craps about my socks, anyways.

Walking into the living room, past the kitchen, and sit down on the couch. I lean down to pick up my bag, lifting my head back up to see Johnny sitting on the couch as well."Hey, Johnny." I pull out my books and begin to rearrange them."Hey sis." He says back and continues to channel surf.

I know I was pushing the envelope when asking, but he deserves to have someone to listen to him. "Were you okay yesterday? You didn't seem like yourself." I look at him, though he continues watching the TV.

"I was fine, nothing more." His voice raised as he spoke. It didn't take a therapist to know he was getting pissed.

"Okay. I'm here if you ever want to talk, just so you know." I try to look him in the eyes, but he refuses to look back.

"Whatever, sis." I stand back up and walk into the bathroom to buy time. After I finish my business, I go to the kitchen and stare into the fridge. It's something I use to always do, even if I wasn't hungry. It simply passed the time, and it felt nice to feel the coolness on my face.

I grab an apple, sat at the kitchen table, and scarfed it down, core and all. When I was younger, I was terrified to eat a seed because it could somehow plant an apple tree in my stomach. So much sense was made when I was younger. Like when I use to think everyone was grey fifty years ago, or so TV taught me.

It took less than 10 minutes to stuff my face, something I will regret later. I went to talk to Johnny afterwards, but found him sleeping on the couch. I honestly don't blame the kid, anyways. Checking my watch, I go to find my mom so she can drive me to school.

I walk in to see her snoring away in her bed; her alarm clock hadn't gone off. Thinking twice, I walk back out of her room. I put a blanket over Johnny, grabbed my stuff, and make my way to school.