My crazy family

I love these insane people

     I woke up to the screeching of the tires as the bus halted. Quick naps in the bus were usual, but they were more of alert ones ; I could feel the wind blowing my hair, rainwater dripping continuously on my arm, I was quite aware of the speed breakers approaching. This was NOT one of them. I sat upright and smoothened the creases on my dress. Looking around, I saw children playing some sort of games, the teachers conversing about the daily drama in their lives, elder kids snickering and pulling pranks on their mates, and well the other kids were victims of the pranks, half of the bus's population was dozing away,some of them waking up and wondering where in the world were they.
     I held my only truly valued possession I had in this bus, my bag. It was a simple yellow coloured bag with a little secret pocket in the front and two more chains that hugged the stuff in it. The bag was an expensive one, but was nothing compared to the stuff in it. I carried my storybook, a diary and a hoard of pens in it. The book took up a lot of space and added more weight to the bag, but I didn't mind as long as it was safe from my bratty little sister. If I forgot it home; I would find it full of hearts and fairies drawn with crayons by a 5 year old; or I wouldn't find it at all, because it was it was renamed from 'Divergent' to 'The book of flowers' and gift packed and shipped off to one of her classmates as a birthday present.
      My diary was full of wonderful ideas that kept on popping up in my mind randomly. It had my bucket list, lyrics of different songs, quotes of famous personalities, an attempt of writing a book when I was 7. It held my feelings at certain emotional, happy,or astonishing moments, reviews and summaries of the books I read. And it was so not worth of a haircut or a makeover my sister would be happy to give it.
      Though I left my eight 'student of the year' trophies at home, I didn't have to worry about them hacked to pieces and fed to our neighbour's dog as my mom was home. She wouldn't care about my books burnt down or put up on a backyard sale but she would react to chopping of hard earned trophies.
        I got off the bus and started walking towards my apartment. Just when I was about to get in the lift, an old man hurried past me and into the lift. He grinned like a maniac and said, "oh the lift is for only 2 people!" When I was going to head in, his wife hurried past me and waved to me as the lift sped upwards. Seriously dude, seriously 😒! I could have yelled an earful but, sadly I identify the couple as the society's chairman and secretary. Anyways my house was just on the 2nd floor so, I took the stairs, no big deal. Neither I am excited to go home nor anxious to meet the people in it.
       The door was opened after ringing the doorbell thrice and banging the door. My mum opened it with a tray in her hands and a beam on her face. I wondered what had happened till I smelt freshly baked cookies. My mom made delicious food.I could hear my dad and sis fighting for them, I joined the club and we ended up laughing over a hilarious movie, my mum and dad kept commenting humorous things on the film till we fell asleep on the comfy sofa. Okay my family wasn't that bad, though my sister would love to make origami out of my homework and mom wouldn't care a bit whereas my father would be out for work. But still, I love these insane people. My bad.