The day was long
Long and hot.
I walk away from the school building, heading home. I wind dances through my curls, which makes me put a rhythm to my step.
After about five minutes of walking, I place my hands in my pockets. I feel the twenty my father gave to me earlier this morning.
I spot a small drugstore, that sells other necessities. I walk in. The small bell rings. A old, feeble, pale skin man eyes me viciously. He sits right in front of the cash register, never taking his eyes from me. I shake him off and try to find any comics, or old cheap magazines.
As I browse, I hear the bell from the door go off once more. I don't take action, but simply finish browsing.
I hear shuffles coming to the back of the store where I'm located. I feel eyes on me. I turn to see a girl about my age or older.
"Hey" she flashes a smile
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth, or Liz"
I honestly don't know were 'Liz' came from, but it sounds cooler. I proceed to shake her hand.
Her grip is firm, and very aggressive.
"I'm Tanya, Tanya Black, and you're quite beautiful"
she doesn't let go of my hand
"Why thank you; you go to school around here?" My palms begin to sweat
"Yeah, I go to Westminster, you?" She says nervously as if she was almost denying her own statement.
I shake off her strangeness, and retrieve my hand.
She stares at me for a couple of moments, and eyes me up and down. I try my best to ignore her and pick up a small dusty comic.
I move to the left of her, but she grabs my arm.
"Wait, can we be friends?" Her voice is shaky
"Yeah, of course" not knowing what to say next, she interrupts me.
"Can I meet you after school tomorrow?"
"Yeah" I say unsure of myself.
"What's your last class?" I ask her but she simply says 'ok' to my last, response. Ignoring my rencent one.
I shrug, and walk to the counter. Tanya's already gone.
I place the comic on the counter and pay the appropriate amount. The white man spits into his small tin coffee can, and slides the comic back my way.
I leave the store; quickly.
I button my peacoat up, and make my way home before it gets dark.
I finally get to my gated community, and admire all its visuals.
I make my way up to my house, and unlock the door. I'm greeted with the smell of something sweet and savory. I slide my coat off, and make my way to the kitchen.
My mom is stirring collar greens in our large steel pot, while my dad is probably upstairs in his study. My mother kisses my cheek, and orders me to set the table.
As I place our plates on the table, with the rest of the items. My mom breaks me from my thoughts.
"How was your day?" She scoops the food unto the plates
"Fine, I guess. How was yours?" I say washing my hands
"Don't worry about it, you need to focus on children things" she says sternly.
I'm not surprised she would say something like that. My mom is a stern, hard-willed woman. Some might say that her mothering is quite strange and unloving. Honestly, her distant ways are comforting. People just don't understand I guess.
"Go get your father, and make sure he washes his hands" she pours everyone a cup of water, as I head upstairs.
I reach my father's office, but I go to my room first to set my bag down. I sweftly return to my fathers office door, but before I knock I hear my fathers voice, talking really low.
"Yeah I'll meet you tomorrow at nine"
He mumbles low
I run to the other landline across the hall. I hesitate to pick up the phone and listen to the conversation. I know that I shouldn't but he never whispers. Ever.
" 'Lizbeth?" My dad calls me with a confused look on his face
"Hey dad" I let go of the phone handle.
He smiles and walks towards me gathering me up in a hug
"Let's eat"
We walk to the kitchen.
With each step I grow more and more awkward. I wonder if he heard what I was about to do. I shake it off, and sit in my usual seat.
My father starts small talk, but my mother doesn't answer, so I'm left to reply to the questions.
He asks me about my first day, and I lie and said it was a little stressful, just so can go to my room. But in all actuality it was easy.
I'm filled with food and very fatigued, so I head up to my room.
I shower, and wash the day off of me and contemplate on if I want to listen to any of my records. I fall asleep before even making my mind up.
Its warm.
