Gone

The Breaker

Water ran over me from the shower, thank goodness I'm almost done then I can read or go to sleep...all I a sudden all the lights went out I let out a huff of annoyance "not again!!!!" My mom had flipped the breaker for what felt like the billionth time. She did this at night if my brother or I weren't in bed. I turned the water off and grabbed the towel from the towel rack and covered myself but it was a rather small towel, I frowned it's almost to small to wrap around my slender frame. "I knew I left my phone around here somewhere" I said aloud as I felt around the counter for my phone so I could use the flash light...again. Maybe I left it in my room...so here I am walking around in the dark, naked trying to find my room "Ally! laundry, now!"my moms voice came from down stairs with an attitude "I WAS IN THE SHOWER!" I retorted back, "I told you not to take a shower! That it's too late!"she snapped back, on the contrary it is 12:05am right in the middle of the night "but I needed one I felt gross!" I yelled. "Just go get the laundry!" "Well I can't see to get dressed!" I stated "where's your phone?" She asked "I don't know I can't see to find that either!" She shined a flashlight up the steps, whelp I found my phone, right on the night stand. I snatched it up, turned the flashlight on. I rushed back to the bathroom and locked the door. I propped my phone to where the flashlight was turned toward the mirror and the mirrored medicine cabinet so the light would reflect throughout the bathroom. I quickly got dressed and wrapped a towel around my head and started down the steps. "Go get the laundry." my mom said "When I say I'm going to do something that means-"you do it right then" she cut in while I finished my sentence with "I'll do it." our words over lapped each other. We live in a duplex style apartment and we have a washer just not a dryer so I have to go back and forth to the laundry room by the front office all the time! I marched out of the apartment door and across the parking lot, all the way to get the laundry and back. I walked through the front door, plopped the basket down onto the kitchen table and went to my room fuming.