Coming home from school is a normal week day routine. Walking or taking the bus. Getting home and walking into your house greeted by your parents. Although, that is normal for everyone else. My normal is well, not what a teenager really wants.
I unlock on front door and step inside the slightly chilled house. Hearing nothing. My father is off at work, doing his hardest for this family. I appreicate his work. My mother, shes also at work. Being ungreatful of my fathers efforts, as usual. She never appreciates how hard dad works. He tries his best. Just this morning mom asked if she can use some money to go shopping. Dad only had 20 dollars, she yelled at him and told him to get his act together and make more money before storming out of the house mutter curse words under her breath.
Once inside i shut the door and place my bag down at the table. I had told my parents that i was going to be staying over at Grace's house at around six. So i have time to finish my homework that our teachers cursed us with on a friday night. So i sont need to stress, i grab my books out of my bag and get to work.
"Okay, its only biology and english. Shouldnt be too hard" i mutter as i put my hair up in a quick pony.
As i was working, mother came home. She looked over my uniform, messy hair, and glasses before muttering some inaudible words while heading up the stairs.
Two hours passed. Okay maybe my homework was harder then i originally thought. Teachers say that the homework shouldnt take longer then thirty minutes each subject. I beg to differ. While tossing my books back into my bag, my phone started to play a lovely melody indicated a call.
Without checking who was calling, i slide the answer button and placed my phone against my ear. "Yellow?"
"Cam you gotta stop answering like that. Its lame" Grace groans through the phone while i let out a soft laugh.
"If I'm lame, that means you must be to. Cause last time i checked we are friends" i say matter-of-factly.
"Touché. Now im calling cause i want to see if before you head over if you could stop at wal-mart and pick of some choclates" judging by the tone of her voice something happened "yeah sure. Ill get all your favourites" she sighs happily before saying thank you and ending the call.
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Once i was finished packing, i grabbed my keys and wallet. Tossing my bag on the passangers seat, I start up my car head head out to wal-mart.
After what seemed to be hours of trying to find a parking stop, i park and get out. Heading right to the chocolates was my mission. I have to my Grace feel better.
Picking out a ton of chocolate goodies i head to my favourite cashier, Mrs Adams. Shes been here the longest.
"Camila dear, tell me all this isn't just for you" letting out a soft laugh, i shake my head
"They're for Grace as well" her lips form a concerning frown "is she alright?" Man she knows us so well
"I'm sure its nothing major. But I'm possitive all these chocolaty goods will help" Mrs Adams smiles kindly.
"most definitely. That will be $12.57" I hand her the money and some extra change so she couod buy herself something.
Once exiting the store i head stright to the car. Placing the bag on the passgers seat with the others, i turn the engine on and drive off to Grace's house.
YOU ARE READING
Walls
Teen FictionThe moment Camila Jackson caught her mom cheating, everything changes. Divorce, old age home, romance, and so much more. Camila Rose Jackson. Your average teenager. Top grades, her little group of friends, what more can a 17 year old girl ask for...