I walk through the front door, to my house, and I am instantly bombarded with questions of how my day went.
"It was okay."
"That's it? Just okay?", my dad asked.
"Yes, daddy. My day was okay. Nothing new happened. May I go to my room now?"
He just shook his head, and with that, I walked away.
I'm not very close with my parents. I mean, I love them, but I don't tell them anything. I hear about some kids who have this 'inseparable bond' thing going on, with their family, but I'm different. If they knew half the crap I do, I'd be grounded until I'm eighteen, no lie.
My parents are very strict, and over protective. They never let me go out anywhere, unless there's an adult present. My dad pretends that he likes to let me do what I want, but I know if I ever asked, they'd just shoot me a 'No way!' or an 'Are you insane?'. It's quite ridiculous, really. They don't even let me date! My mom has this motto, "Boys are evil, stay away.". Which, I guess, I've learned that that's true, but still.... Let a girl live a little. Let me make my own mistakes. I want to be able to learn things on my own, not just have them tell me, automatically, that I can't do certain things.
I walk into my room, put my book bag down, change into some sweats and a hoodie, and just collapse on my bed.
This day was just terrible!
First, there was that whole tantrum thing in second period. Then, at lunch, I just felt like I was going to break down. I tried my hardest today to get him off my mind, but it's not easy when my friend, Chyna, and him are really close, so she is always telling me funny stories about their conversations and what they do in third period, to piss off the teacher. I don't want to be rude, and yell at her to shut the fuck up, but sometimes, she just won't shut up, and I feel like eventually, I am just going to freak on her. But, for now, I didn't say anything, and I just listened to her stories. When she finally stopped, and started talking and joking around with everybody else, I just kind of sat there. I was emotionless and stared off, into space, the whole time.
I just need to take a nice, long nap. Maybe, that way, at least I can forget everything for a little while.
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This Boy And The Depression That Comes With It
RomanceMarissa Rivers, age fifteen, is starting her freshman year at a new school. In the midst of her classes, she finds a new love interest in Dakota Martinez, age sixteen. Marissa's life begins to spiral downward after she hears two words from her docto...