A Nobody

Home

waters's P.O.V.

Going home was always a disastrous part of my day. l love my parents and all, but, as I said before, they worry about me. They poke and pry to figure out what goes on in my head, and that is an invasion to my privacy. I know I find other people's secrets, but they practically tell them through their actions.

"How was school today honey?" My mom asked as soon as the door opened. "It was good, mom. I have a lot of homework I have to do, so I'll see for dinner." I told her, and dashed up the stairs before she could protest. I know, I know, it was rude, but I did not feel like going through my mother's interrogation routine that she went through if I stayed down their for more than 10 seconds.

I heard my mom sigh, and I knew that I was safe from her prying words. But then I heard someone walking up the stairs, and they stopped halfway. "We're going to have the Wits over for dinner, so I need you to look presentable by 6:30. Yes you have to come down and sit at the dinner table, and I would like you to participate in the conversation." My mom yelled, and it was my turn to sigh. She had been doing things like this since I started hiding in my shell.

First it was her friends from college who had kids my age (and were as socially awkward as I portrayed myself to be), then it was the owner of the only rec-center here (I didn't understand why she did that until he tried to get me to join a club\team over there, and then there was the principal of the school. I thought she was done with those adventures, but I apparently was wrong.

And in 2 hours, I'm going to be sitting with the two most popular guys in school, and a girl who's trying to hide her family's secrets, whatever they might be.