Misalignment | ✔

wet

Matty wasn't at school
today.
I wasn't alone,
though.
I had the
constant companionship
of those idiotic
naysayers
following me around
all day.
I could feel their
constant judgement
boring into the back
of my skull
like tiny drills
that kept
digging away
at my sanity.

It was all I could do
to keep from yelling
insults
back at them.
I knew that would only
piss them off
or egg them on
to further
humiliate me.
I don't want to lower myself
to their level,
either,
even if their judgement
and harassment
does hurt
a lot.

I'm ready
to scream
by the time
school lets out.
I don't know
whether it's
sabotage
or natural causes,
but the front tire
of my bike
is flat
when I go to retrieve it
from the rack
near the parking lot.
In addition to that,
it starts to rain
about halfway home
and I slip on the sidewalk
and nearly fall
into the road
in front of a car.

I can almost imagine
how many gallons of
my unshed tears
are soaking my hair
and wetting my face
as I walk home
and become more
and more
frustrated
with the day.

My mother is
already home
when I arrive,
and she seems
to have regressed
on her emotional progress.

"A tree fell on
my office building
in the storm,"
she tells me
listlessly
as I walk in,
dripping water all over
the linoleum.
She doesn't
seen to notice.
"No one got hurt,
but we can't go back in
until repairs are finished
in a few days."

She's watching
NCIS again.
It would make me
feel nostalgic
if not for my
horrible mood
and her lethargy
and the overall
horrific mess
that was today.

"We need to talk,"
I inform her as I
head towards my room.
She says nothing
in reply.

"We need
to talk,"
I repeat as I
throw my backpack
into the corner
by my bed,
yelling back over
my shoulder.
Still,
she says nothing -
though I know she'd
heard me.

Sometimes,
my mother acts
like a child -
just like a child,
which is extremely irritating -
and while I can
usually
handle it with
some sort of grace...
Well,
tonight is not
one of the times
that I can
handle my
childish and
immature mother
with any amount of
clarity or sanity.

Stomping past her
to the TV,
I jab the power button
with my thumb
and the screen
turns black
in response.
My mother looks
blankly
back at me
as I wheel around.

"We
need
to
talk."

"My show..."
she protests feebly -
at last,
something.

"If you're not
going to tell me
what's wrong,
I'm going to throw
the stupid TV
out the window."

She looks stricken
by my suggestion -
but finally,
childishly,
she nods in reply.
"Fine,"
she murmurs,
almost too quietly
for me to hear.

And then she
looks at me -
really looks at me
for the first time
all day -
and,
after wrinkling her nose
in confusion,
she asks:
"Honey...
why are you
all wet?"

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