The big day

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   "No. I know that you were sleepy this morning because you stayed up all night cleaning the mess that me and my friends made. I am the adult, and I know how to clean up after myself. You go and do something to occupy your time." she said as she started sweeping the floor. 

     I went upstairs and sat on my bed. I don't really have a relationship with my mom like I had with my dad. He was the one I could talk to about anything, but I rarely ever talked to my mom. When I did she would always give me answers that I didn't like, or act like she knew everything. I never hated her, it just caused me to grow more fond of my dad. He would even play barbie with me when I was in a really bad mood. I threw them all away the day of the funeral along with anything that reminded me of him, except for pictures. I was going to start school in a couple of months, and I didn't want to. Not that I hated school, I just don't have time for the things people are going to say to me out of pity. Even the people that have bullied you all of a sudden have a change in heart once something bad happens.

     As school started to get closer, mom started to get meaner. I know that when you get pregnant you have sudden mood swings, but when she has them 24/7 it gets hard to keep her happy. She would yell at me for simple things and cry when I don't respond. She would be happy one minute and angry the next. The day before school started we went shopping for school clothes. We had enough money because of the fortune that dad left behind, but I got the regular things that seven year old's would get. Once we were done mom went to the mall and bought a lot of newborn girl clothes. I was tired and ready to pass out by the time we got home. After I got all of the bags out of the car I went upstairs to my room and jumped in bed. For a while I reminisced on the night dad died, but I got over it by telling myself that we are all bound to die some day. Before I went to bed I picked my clothes out for the next day. As I was doing so I felt my eyes start to get a little teary. I stretched my eyes open wide and tilted my head back hoping that the tears would go back inside of my eyes. Dad was always the one that picked out my school clothes. I know that it might sound strange, but to be honest he had more taste then mom did. I got in bed and stared up at the ceiling that was filled with glow in the dark stars. I curled up into a ball and rocked myself to sleep. I never really dreamed much, but when I did it was always something important. That night I didn't dream, and I didn't even remember going to sleep. All I remember is feeling dad hold me and rock me back in forth. You might say that I am crazy, but I know when I feel dad and when I don't. Before I could get a chance to say a word to him I feel to hand pushing me. I could hear someone yelling at me to wake me up, but I wanted to stay with dad a little longer. I rolled over to block out the sound, but it just got louder. I opened my eyes and mom was just staring at me with a wide smile on her face.

     "Wake up! Today's a big day, and you will NOT be late for school. I packed your lunch, and there is breakfast on the dining room table. Get washed up and come on down stairs so that I can get you ready." she said in a high squeaky voice.

     I got out of bed, took my shower, put my clothes on, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. At the bottom of the stairs mom was holding a neon pink unicorn shirt, and a red pair of pants. When she saw that I already had my clothes on she lowered the clothes that were in her hand and looked at me like she was going to cry. I didn't want to make her cry, so I started to take my shirt off.

   "NO!" she screamed up at me. I stopped in the middle of taking my shirt off and looked down at her.

     "If that is what you want to wear then you go ahead and wear it. I just didn't know that you were able to pick out your own clothes already. Well, breakfast is ready for you." she said walking away.

      I put my shirt back on and followed her to the kitchen. After I got done with breakfast mom dropped me off at school. I waited until she drove off to walk in the double door of Kingston Elementary School. I knew that everyone would stare at me and whisper things to others, so when they did I didn't act surprised. When I got to class all of the kids were looking at me without saying a word. It got annoying after a while and I put my head down. The teacher didn't ask me to lift my head up, I guess because one of my family members died. I took advantage of that and went to sleep every chance that I got. Month by month mom's stomach was getting bigger, and she was getting angrier. I tried to be alone, but she would always call my name to get something for her that was right next to her. In the ninth month of her pregnancy she started to sleep a lot. I came home one day from school, and I heard her screaming my name from the living room. I dropped my book bag on the floor and ran into the living room after shutting the door behind me. When I entered the room she was on the couch with sweat running down her face. I went closer to her and saw that she had peed on herself. I didn't make a big deal about it and went to the bathroom to get her the wipes. Then I went to her room and got her another pair of pants. When I went back into the living room she was waving her hand back in forth calling my name. I walked over to her and handed her the wiped and pants. When she saw what I was holding she knocked it out of my hand.

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