Wonderful

Life

I walked home from school yet another day, meeting my annoying father at the crosswalk. Even Charlie could walk home himself, ever since he was in 6th grade! Courtney can too, probably because at my age she was 5'5" already. Just because I'm short...
"Hey! Ready to head home?" My dad interrupts my thoughts. I nod trying to pretend to be happy. He puts out his hand to ask if I want him to carry my backpack. It hurts my shoulders so much, but I say no. I walk silently, with a fake smile stuck to my face. My dad finally breaks the silence, "How was school?" "Oh, fine." I respond blankly. "What did you do?" He decides to ask a slightly more open ended question. "Just learning and stuff." I reply. I don't want to talk. I have 3 textbooks, a journal, a sketchbook and 2 huge binders in this backpack, and talking means walking slower. I speed up a bit, and my dad notices. He grabs my backpack off and I give him a look. I am not five years old. I want to scream that in his face. He always does this! I try to calm down. He wants to help, and my shoulders were hurting a ton. He shoves it over his shoulder as we move on. Once we finally get home, I jump up and pull my backpack off my dads shoulder, taking it up to my room before he can talk. I sit at my desk and log into my moms email. I think I'll snoop some more and make sure she hasn't emailed any teachers yet. She did that once, and I emailed that teacher back and deleted it. I sign into my google and hit an online game, and see an ad for the "Cake of the week club! Cupcakes every Friday, loads of flavors!" I grin and click it. I see a place to email, and email them from my mothers account to sign up. I then delete the email I sent and log out. I chuckle seeing what I did, and hope they send the cakes by the dozen. I get into my homework.

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I walk over to my loft beds do jump on. It's 9:30 and I am rather tired. I hit my wall-lamp on and draw for a few minutes. I am drawing a rabbit underwater for lack of anything else to draw. I look at the drawing and realize while I was thinking, I drew a small block of ice. I chuckle as I erase it, suddenly depressed. It happens sometimes, I just get a random burst of emotion, usually negative. I'm not sure why but whatever I am tired. I just want to sleep. I put it away and fall asleep with depression ringing the doorbell of my brain, and I can't seem to lock the door.

-Who is it?
-I'm not sure yet! I just know she's overpowered. You have to trust me.
-I can't for much longer. Find her fast.
-You know it doesn't work that way..
-Well it has to!
-It can't. I'm searching, but there are billions of people in the world.
-Not all of them can be this way. I know a trick...
-Well what?

I wake up to my alarm clock. I groan and climb down to shut it off. At least it's Friday! "Tgif..." I whisper to myself. I'm almost happy for a nice weekend, but really there's nothing to be excited about. I get dressed in black shorts and a gray top with a kitten emoji on it, brush my teeth, and trudge downstairs to grab breakfast and pack my lunch. I'm rather picky so I grab some cookie&cream pop tarts. I am halfway through packing my lunch when Charlie comes down. He's in 9th grade and Courtney is barely in 10th, just a couple months and she'd be in 11th. "Hey, squeak." He says to me. "I told you not to call me that!" I tell him. I'm oddly amused, but mostly angry. He pulls a bag of parmesan cheese out of my lunchbox and I resist the wish to slap him. I grab it back and go to get Oreos when I see Courtney walking downstairs talking on her phone. Great... More 'fun' for us all. I groan and stuff some Oreos into my lunch and pull it closed. I throw it at my backpack and grab my phone. Charlie grabs my phone from me. Ugh. "Give me that!" I tell instinctively. He puts it on the tallest shelf on the bookcase in the living room, and chuckles. I sigh and he walks out. I jump on a rocking chair and gain my balance, then stand half on the arm to reach my phone. I pull it down and text him, "Ha ha, you failed, I'm smarter than you. 🙃🙂" and put my phone in my pocket so I can grab my shoes on. I grab my backpack and head to school. I like leaving early to climb the tree in front of the school. Once I get there, I start climbing into the tree. I feel my phone vibrate and see my brother texted back. 'I never liked you, squirrel.' He responded. I chuckle and climb higher only to hear, "Little baby squirrel at it again!" Behind me. I turn to see one of the jock guys telling his idiot buddies this crap about me. "Least I have a brain, losers!" I yell to them. He looks at me and chuckles. "Oh yea? I'm in the pre-ap math 8, what math are you in?" I laugh loudly and respond, "Algebra, sucker!" He growls and turns away. I'm so angry but I don't know why. Probably because he called me baby squirrel. I kick at a branch and climb down. School starts soon, and I need to be inside or I could be late. I jump inside and the starting bell rings. School is so boring!