The envelope

School

  My eyes slowly start to open as I feel my cheek pressed against my pillow. When I wasn't making a move to get out of bed, Dorito crawled onto my face, and started sniffing my ear. My yes peeled open as I threw Dorito off my face. I sat up eyeing someone lift the Melanie Martinez poster to get in. As they go through it reveals who the person is. It's my dad, he smiles and asks "Hey sweetie, How did you sleep?" "Good." I answer, I'm still a little angry at him for all those years he's been abusing me. He rips the Melanie Martinez poster off the tape is was stuck to, so there is just a gap from where the door was. "Melanie Martinez's music is inappropriate. Don't listen to her". I could feel my blood boil in that moment. I didn't say anything. I just glared at him.

  "Well, I'll go make scrambled eggs, you get ready for school". He finally leaves the room, and I start to get ready for school. I put a Nirvana poster over the gap where my door was. While I get my clothes on, why don't I tell you the things my dad did to me? He's the one who took my door down to make sure I wasn't 'keeping secrets from him'. He doesn't let me walk to school alone, and when I was twelve there was bird and the bees video but I went home early. I was kind of lucky but you get the point. My own dad tried putting cameras in my room. Cameras. He won't let me wear certain things, so I have to hide it in my backpack which I'm doing right now.

  As I lift the Nirvana poster, I start to feel like I'm missing my something. I have my glasses, my textbooks, and Dorito (don't tell dad). The words of the letter slips it's way into my brain. My eyes wander to the corner of my room where my umbrella is.  It just sits there.

Waiting for it to be used.

I make my way to the umbrella and grab it by it's handle. I can't believe I'm taking advice from a letter.

I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen table. I gently place my back pack on one of the wooden chairs. I take the plate with scramble eggs and sit on the chair next to my back pack. As I eat I assume dad left for work thinking that my mom is going to walk me to school.
As if she was going to do that. She's a selfish woman who definitely does not care about me. I put my plate away and sling the straps of my back pack over my shoulders. I walk out the door, feeling the slight less bit of content that my dad isn't walking with me. As I continue walking I feel something wet on my face.

It start to rain.

Already? I thought it would start raining in the afternoon.
I open my umbrella and continue walking. I guess... the letter was right.