June 1, 2016
I don't remember falling asleep, but I'm tired as all hell when Mom wakes me up. "Get dressed. You have about an hour to get ready." She says.
"Good morning, mother dearest." I say, sitting up and stretching. "Do I have time for a shower? I feel disgusting." I'm still wearing the dress from yesterday.
"No." She says and leaves. I stand up, pull the dress off over my head, and run out of my room to the bathroom that's next door. I brush my teeth and redo my braids. Then, I put on deodorant. I don't bother putting on makeup fur two reasons. One: I'm still gonna look ugly no matter what, and two; I'm way too tired.
When I go back in my room, I get my Green Day shirt and jeans that are still in my basket. I slip on my shirt and yank on my jeans.
I look at the heavy ass suitcase in my left hand and the flight of stairs that seem to grow longer every second I wait to descend it, sigh.
"Fuck it." I say and throw the suitcase down the stairs and slowly walk to the kitchen.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Dad asks when I arrive the doorway of the kitchen.
"Nah, I'll pass." I say, picking up the suitcase and walking to the front door.
"Okay, we'll just cook when you get back." Mom says to Dad.
"Dad's bringing me?" I ask. Mom nods, sadness and disappointment fill her eyes. Good. Now she can fucking know how if feels.
"Go get in the truck," Dad says. "We're gonna have a little talk on the way there."
Mom raises her eyebrows at me, waiting for my reaction to be an apology. Fuck that. Hell no.
"Fuck my life." Is all I say and walk out the door without closing it, and go to Dad's truck in the driveway.
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