Side Strung

You Didn't Exactly Pass By \\ Karma

-Karma's POV -

My tests are passed, I made some fairly good friends in my first year of highschool, and I haven't skipped school since a few days ago.

Even though I've done all that, my parents are still enfuriated with me. My tests were barely an A, I ditched my friends to go study, and I lied... I skipped school not even a few hours ago.

"What the hell is wrong with you Karma?!" My so-called fatherly figure yelled and spat in my face.

"Where did we go wrong?" My mom whimpered while holding her head in her hands.

My dad's finger was pointing right at my face, despite me really not caring about his 2nd lecture this week.

"Why the hell can't you be productive with your life?!" He screamed, raising a hand. It stopped, almost shaking as he put it back down.

I stayed silent, biting my tongue so a bratty insult wouldn't slip past my sealed lips.

The male figure in front of me sighed, bringing a hand to his head. "Just get out."

"Wha-?"

"Just get the fuck out of this house, Karma." He opened the front door which we were dangerously and conviebtly placed right next to. "Come back in a few hours when we're asleep. I can't handle you right now."

I spun my heel around to walk out the door.

"Sweetie, aren't you being a little harsh?" My mother tried reaching out to her husband's shoulder.

"Honestly no. I, I need some time to reconsider some things."

I took my keys from the window sill and walked out the door, not having to close it since my deadbeat father did that already, the gust of wind it made following right behind my every step.

The tired feet I had walked down the three steps the house had welded.

I sighed, tossing the keys I had in my hands in the air so it'd fall right back.

The moment I was going to take another step, another door opening harshly made my head swivel to that very direction.

Our neighbor, which we suspiciously never saw before, had opened their door.

A girl with messy blue pigtails held a package in her hands as she stumbled to balance on her feet. She was apparently shoved out since she tried going back inside, but was pushed away and fell down the steps leading to her house.

All I heard was pleading, and crying. The girl slowly stood up, her knees slightly scraped by the concrete. She was starting to step back as another woman had just stepped out from the house.

She had similar blue hair, but it was chopped off right above her shoulders and was a different shade of the probably passed down blue hair gene.

A very heavy-looking book was in her hand as her face was flushed red. She was the one I heard yelling.

The one with scraped knees was the one pleading.

They looked like sisters. No, a mother and a daughter.

The next thing I knew, the taller figure had thrown the book directly at her what I assumed daughter.

The impact made her step back and hold her eye in agony. She stopped pleading and just looked away from her mother.

After a few more minutes, the door to their house slammed shut. Just like how my father had slammed mine.

The blue-haired girl spun around to face away from her home. My ears caught a sound I was expecting.