Chapter Six: In My Mind

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A/N: Spencer in the picture

damn he is fine ;)

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I stare at the grass blowing in the wind, waiting for the right light. I am at the North Port Soccer Oval with my camera. I felt sad because I haven't used my baby since school started last week. I pick up my camera and focus it on the grass swishing. I stare into the lens and wait for what seem like a few minutes. Right when the light hits the grass, I snap the shutter. I take 4 photos and then notice the time on my watch.

Oh, crap!

It's 5:30pm and I need to be home for dinner or mum is going to flip!

I quickly grab my camera and stuff it into my bag before I run to my car. I grab out my keys, hop in and start the car. I get home in 2 minutes. I might have been speeding a little bit... Okay, perhaps the tires squealed at every little corner. It was only 10kms or so over the speed limit and the road was empty. Yeah I know! this is what people tell themselves to rationalize the need to drive recklessly. I thought about all the lives taken from car accidents every year and I stop.

Stupid, Kimberly!

I shake my head and tell myself that I won't ever speed again. Even if I have to suffer the consequences of my over bearing mother.

I open the front door as quietly as I can but it is no use. My mother is already standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and that bitchy look on her face, telling me she heard my car pull into the driveway.

Why does this always happen to me!? Why do I always expect a different result? I think to myself as I internally blame cars for being noisy.

"Have fun, did we?" She asks rhetorically. I clench my teeth, feeling the need to shit my pants.

Well not literally but on a metaphorical level in another dimension, I have poop crawling down my leg.

"Ah, sorry... I-I... Kinda f-forgot what the time was," I mutter under my breath with the hope she'll let it slide. Yeah this is the part of the story when I am actually right for a change.

"Of course you did" she replies in a sickening voice that makes me shudder. She flicks her hair and huffs as if she is trying to compose herself. Someone needs to tell her that this doesn't make her any less scary.

She is definitely not a happy camper. This is going to be a long night.

I sit down in my seat across from my dad as he silently plates up his dinner. My mother sits down but this time she isn't pretending to be the perfect house wife who just made her family dinner on a lovely Tuesday evening. My dad looks at me and quickly averts his gaze to his plate when he notices me meet his eyes.

Not this again! Why does this have to happen every other night? All we do in this house is have a normal... Well a normal enough, family dinner and then the next night it's awkward and silent. Everyone is always pretending in this house.

I don't bother saying anything because I know I won't get an answer. I'm used to this average family evening but it doesn't stop me from wanting to bash my head against a rock. I excuse myself and go to my bedroom.

I cannot deal with all the silence, so I plug in my headphones and play my favourite playlist on my iPod. As Jamiroquai's "You Give Me Something" plays through my headphones, I bop my head along. I jump out of bed on the chorus and start to dance.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 01, 2014 ⏰

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