The Promise

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The entire bus ride home had been like it was on the way to school. Alone. Isolated. Music. The only difference was that I knew the girl in front of me now.

When I got off the bus I didn't bother to try to make eye contact with anyone. I was too deep in thought. What could possibly be that bad? Why is she so over protective? What is under there? More importantly, why is she a 'phsyco'?

I walked far ahead of the group of kids at my stop. I was the only kid that lived in the back of the neighborhood. After about a 20 minute walk, I got to the back. Walking onto the porch, I looked up at the white trimmed, green house.

Opening the slightly dirty door, I walked into the living room. Looking around the house, I noticed I was thankfully alone. My dad must be working late. My mom shopping, my brother with her. Since I was alone, I dropped my backpack by the door. I didn't need to put it away yet.

Walking into the kitchen I pulled out the most food I could. This was a daily thing. Random food piled together in a bowl. Today my choice were Pringals, strawberry wafers, nutter butters, rits crackers, chocolate bar, and a Snickers.

My drink was a tea/juice/lemonade mixture.

Putting my food on the table I plugged my phone into the speakers and blasted music from them. I sat down and started reading. I could only read alone. My Wattpad couldn't be seen in public.

Hearing the doorbell go off, I got up. Quickly, I shut off the music and slowly walked to the door. Looking through the peep hole, it was my mother, with my little brother. I opened the door and went to sit back down. “So how was school?" My mother asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders in response. “Meet anybody?". I nodded , “ Um... There was this one girl named Luna, and Tony. They're pretty cool" I said. Yes you read correctly. I spoke. I did say selectively mute. My family didn't need to know I didn't talk. That would just cause issues, and I already had enough.

“Look what I got", my little brother Dennis, aged 7, said excitedly.  “ooo what is it?" I asked, acting as excited as he was. “ It's a book". I rolled my eyes. Obviously I could see that. I got a look from my mother for that though. “ It's about monster twucks!" He said.

I almost laughed at his enthusiasm toward the book. Just you wait for a few years, you will hate books, I thought. Smirking, I told my mother I was going to my room. “ Pick up your backpack please" my mother said. Oh yea. I had forgotten about it.

Lugging it up the stairs, I finally made it to my room. It's ugly white walls had just just been covered by posters the night before. Posters from all my favorite bands. This gave my room a darker feel, making it slightly gloomy.

Reluctantly I searched my room for notebooks, pencils, makers, paper, and any other school supplies I needed. I then relied the only thing I didn't have was the one thing I needed. I didn't have a white board. 

Sighing, I was to lazy to get up and ask so I just texted her. I decided that night I wasn't hungry and went to sleep without eating anything.