Sincerely, yours

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Waking up on the last summer day hit me. Hard. Tomorrow is my first day of school. I mean is it so hard ? It's socializing, but in person. But I suck at that. Being homeschooled nearly all my life I never really made friends or talked to anybody, unless you consider a cousin or an aunt. I groaned and stuffed my face into my pillow. A sudden hunger came over me and my stomach growled loudly. I rolled over, and checked my phone. It was currently 4:47 in the morning. I hate waking up so early when it's summer. I crawled out of bed and made my way over to my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and said "Kora, you got this. School isn't a big deal, what's the worst that can happen?" I breathed out a shaky breath.

I basically waddled out of my room and went downstairs toward the kitchen. I took out a big white bowl from the dishwater and took the fruity pebbles from the cabinet. I filled it up and walked over to the couch. I started channel surfing trying to find something good to watch and I found that transformers was on.

I ate until I was full. One minute I was watching transformers then the next I was being woken up by my dog, phyve, at 11:07 in the morning. "hey little monster!" He barked and licked my face. Why do dogs have to be so gross. I got up from the couch and went up to my room. I grabbed my phone and went to my father's room. Since it's been years from when my mom died, my father has a new girlfriend. I always have to knock before entering. I balled my hands up and my knuckles started to be beat against the door. "Come in". My dad's stern voice echoed and bounced off the walls. I opened the door to view his girlfriend, Jessi, laid up on his chest. It's kind of weird having another woman with my dad. "goodmorning. I was just letting you know that i'm taking phyve for a walk". My dad is sorta strict and he doesn't really like me going places without someone watching me. It's like he still thinks i'm a kid. "It better be just a walk". I sighed and shut the door.

The wind going through my hair and the sun beating down on my skin felt good. Phyve alongside me seemed like he was enjoying this time outside. It reminds me of the fun times I used to spend with my mom. I began to get lost in thought and the music flowing through my headphones. It wasn't until I felt this hard figure bump into me. "Oh i'm sorry". I looked up to see this hooded figure with strands of black hair covering his face and blue shiny eyes piercing my brown ones. It was like he was staring into my soul. He didn't say anything, just walked away. I was kind of mad at the fact that he didn't acknowledge my apology, but it's fine. I continued walking until I noticed that I came across a music shop. My mom used to always play guitar and sing with me. Music has always been a passion of mine.

"Oy', you new round here?" My attention left from all the beautiful cd's, tapes, cassette players to the worker, he seemed young. "No actually". Do I really never come out of the house. "Always lived in Hutson Rivers". I never really enjoyed coming outside or taking walks. I'm always stuck inside doing work for school or listening to music. The worker shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Weird. I continued giving my attention to all the music around me. This reminded me of my mother.
I was then again disrupted, my phone buzzed. Of course it was my dad asking where am I. I left the store walking with phyve. Back to the prison.

I made my way to the porch and sat. "hey buddy!" I made little kissing noises to get phyve's attention. He came running towards me. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't just talking to a dog". Phyve whined. "Well sorry bud. You don't know what it's like, I don't really have friends". I heard the front door open and it was Jessi. Sometimes I feel like my dad puts her before me. He never tells me I love you anymore or takes me out, even if it's for ice cream! I feel lonely at times. It's just phyve and me. "Kora, get inside". I got up and walked inside the house. I don't like speaking to Jessi, I believe she feels like she has authority over me. wrong. "you're not my mother", I hissed back. For someone so quiet like I am, I never hold my tongue to talk back to her.