Possibilities

I slam the door of my room and plop on my unmade bed. My first day of eighth grade totally sucked. I caught my crush kissing the girl I hate. I got tons of homework to do. I have the worst class ever. I got yelled at by like twenty teachers for I don't even know what. I was late to school and the last to pick a locker.

I go to my desk, grab a piece of paper and start to draw. Whenever I am stressed, I draw. Whenever I am bored, I draw. Whenever I am happy, I draw .It's about the only thing I'm good at.

 As usual, I draw a flower. I love flowers, but I can't grow them since I live in the driest part of Arizona. So I stick to drawing.

Just when I am about to draw a lilac, my obnoxious little brother, Zach comes in. "Mom says to do the dishes.", he says.

"Can't you do them? I'm busy", I replied.

"No! I did them last week. And you're not busy, you're drawing."

"Tell her I'll be down in five minutes" , I say, knowing I'll get my phone taken away for a week if I don't listen.

He leaves, with a bratty little smirk on his face.

"And stay out of my room!" I call after him.

Between me and him, Zach is the suck up good child while I'm always the one getting blamed. He's a perfect little angel in front of Mom. She's always calling him sweetie and honey while I'm just plain Emily. At least I'm not fake.

I walk down the hall of our little house to the kitchen. It's just me, Zach and Mom that live here. Dad worked at the World Trade Centers and got killed three years ago in the 9/11 attacks.

We used to live in Manhatten, New York in a little apartment. I loved the big city.My dad and  I would  go to art museums all the time. He was an amazing artist. That's where I get my love for art from.

Ever since Dad died, Moms been kind of a wreck. It's hard for her to get up every morning, let alone properly take care of me and Zach. I'm always doing laundry, running to the store, making dinner. I deffiently don't have a normal teenage life.

"Do you mind running to the store to get some spaghetti, Emily?", Mom asks. She hasn't even asked me how my first day of school was. Oh well.

"I thought you wanted me to do the dishes", I say back.

"Well I guess I'll do them then. I just really need dinner for you and Zach." Mom works nights, so she eats at work.

"Fine", I reply, with a little but of annoyance in my voice. "Oh yah. Can Claire sleepover this weekend?", I ask, hoping she will say yes.

"We'll see."

Claire has been my best, and only real, friend since we first moved here. She's just like me. Her dad died from cancer, she has an annoying little sibbling, and she isn't really popular. Claire and my have gotten in maybe one small little fight throughout our friendship, but otherwise we agree on everything.

I go outside to see that the heat got even worse since I got home. I check the thermometer to see that it is 97 degrees. Great. Nothing is better than a bike ride to the store in the unbearable heat. I run back inside for a minute to grab a few dollars and then leave for the store 

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It's is the first fiction book that I have made up so I know it isn't very good, but whatever.

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