After I took a quick shower, my mom came up to my room and said
"Brooklyn, why are you just laying there? Don't you have homework?"
"No, I finished it." I explained, yawning then sitting up.
"Okay, but the last three times you said that, I found out from your teachers that you hadn't done it. So i'm just warning you now..." She said staring at me like how an upperclassmen stares at an 8th grader.
"Yah, yah.." I replied rubbing my eye.
"I hope your taking this seriously! This year count's on your collage application and we all know that you and your father worked really hard to get this farm. It all started with school, okay Brook?" She replied proudly.
"Okay! Can I please take a nap now?" I answered annoyed.
"Yes, just do your homework" She said, turning around and CREAK CREAK down the ladder.
I don't know why my parents always push me, I mean I know they weren't the brightest in school. They say that they both worked really really hard to get the jobs they wanted- wait oh no, needed... I just don't know why I have to focus on understanding The Illiad and all it's 'symbols'. Why do we have to understand the Sonnets? UGGHH it's just all so annoying..
I stop thinking about it, and close my eyes. But my stupid mind diffuses into millions of little things and soon, like m&m's in water, turns blurry.
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Riding the Wind -- INCOMPLETE
Teen FictionBrooklyn Zindy - A 'normal' teenage girl who's family owns a horse farm. That's me, Brooklyn Zindy.. I know.. Weird last name..... I have a little sister, Katie. She's really annoying though and never calls be by my real name. She calls me Pony, t...
