groceries.
that's the first thing i remember as i leave my living hell.
mother always makes us buy her groceries so she doesn't have to. fair enough, she give us money, but it's still terrible bringing something home that she doesn't like. all the kids who went get a beating for it.
i move slowly, but not too slowly. i have to be home in time to make lunch.
it's a Saturday, i remember. mother never eats out. says it's too expensive.
before i realise, im at the main road that goes through all of town. luckily, there's always sidewalks, seeing as our town loves to walk and bike everywhere.
something about economy health and shit.
i sigh deeply, preparing myself for the 4 1/2 mile walk to the grocery and back.
YOU ARE READING
scream
General Fictioni scream for help, but no one can hear me in this place. i want to close my eyes and make this all disappear, but that's only for little fairytales. and life is no child's book.
