The Road Trip.

The Road Trip: Chapter Three

The last day of school before summer starts arrived at my door. I was right at school again, apparently ignoring the emotional turmoil I had just been through the previous day. When I entered the class, I was greeted by Xena and Gisielle, the two good friends who made up my mini clique. I beamed at them, and continued my normal morning routine made up of a series of laughter and jokes. How pathetic can I be. Faking emotions and acting all happy 24/7/365. Luckily, this was only the last day I had to keep up with this facade before I'm free for three whole months.

Soon, the day passed by and I was on my way home again, blasting music through my ears. Suddenly, Kelly Clarkson's  "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" came into the shuffle. I listened intently to the lyrics and gave a loud sigh.

Yeah, like I have been weak before. How does this song help me when "Be strong" is the quote I practically live by. Come to think of it, I was actually getting pretty good at that. Believe it or not, I haven't shed a single tear ever since I blew the 7th candle on my miniature strawberry cake nine years ago. And now I was sixteen. I still don't believe in crying or breaking down. As much as I knew this was bad for my body, I didn't bother. I just wanted to run away, away from this world. How can a utopia even exist, when the world is crafted in a perfect picture of distopia. Well, my world, at least.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that it was only until I felt my right foot lose contact with the ground. I was just setting it down on another step but I noticed I wasn't watching where I was heading. Before I knew, my foot skidded on a slippery object and my left foot went flying in the air. Losing my balance, I landed on the floor with a loud thud. How great for my butt to suffer a loud thud on the floor twice in just two consecutive days. I slipped on a banana peel.