I walk up to my front door, pull my lanyard out of my pocket that had all of my keys, and charms on them and unlocked the door. I kick my shoes off and hang my lanyard on an empty coat hanger peg and walk into the kitchen. I then sit my book bag on one of the cushioned table chairs, and set my basket from my bus driver on the table in front of it. I walk over to the freezer and grab some pizza bites, throw them on a plate and throw them in the microwave. I grab a capri sun out from the bottom of the fridge and stick the straw inside of it. While doing so, I get a flash back to the needle in my arm from the hospital because of the way my arm flexed and the action of poking it in the pouch. "Owwcch." I say to myself and rub the little pierce in my arm. I look over to the microwave that had 2 seconds left on it, and I leap over to it and open it at 1 second left. I felt quite achieved, for some odd reason. I grab my capri sun and my pizza bites and walk into the living room to see my parents sitting on the long brown couch in the corner of the room. "Oh" I freeze in realization of why they might be sitting here for. "Hey" I say strung out. I slowly sit down with one leg folded underneath me and the other hanging off the couch. I sat my pizza bites beside me, and sip on my capri sun. "We heard about what happened, all three things. Firstly, the bus situation." Mom says with an awkward face that I can't quite map out. "They didn't tell me, or your dad about it until you left. They said you left with one of your classmates." Mom stands up walks over to me and kisses my forehead. "And I'm so happy you're okay" she says as shes walking back over to her spot on the couch. She stands there for a second. She sighs and then sits back down. She looks over to my dad and nudges him. "Oh of course!" he blurts out. Mom rolls her eyes and continues talking. "Now the second situation." She says with a concerning face. "Why did you hit that girl? I mean, it was probably from your medicine, and whatever they had you on for pain." She asks, seeming pretty concerned. "I guess it was. I don't really know what happened. I know she was talking about something personal about me, and I guess I just let it loose." I say shrugging and twiddling with my fingers. "Did you leave a mark? Did she cry?" Dad asks in a proud tone, and chuckles. I chuckle along with him, but mom elbows his belly with a stern face. "She might have cried, but I doubt I left any visible marks." Dad nodded and mom popped in saying, "What if she presses charges?! What if you end up going to jail or something?!" "I highly doubt her parents even know how to go through with that stuff. If shes too stupid to not find the square root to thirty-six easily, then that shows how dumb her parents are." I say smiling and take another sip of my capri sun and just remembered I had pizza bites beside me. They were at the point where they weren't hot on the outside, but they were on the inside. I take a bite of one, and wince. I frowned and but it back on plate. I look over at mom looking at the floor, kind of dazed off" I loudly sip on my capri sun and caught her attention. "Okay, the last thing. The principle said he caught you running out of the building?" mom asks, immediately I look down into my lap, scrapping the nail polish off of my nails. "What was that about, Jay?". My joyous tone fell off into a soft, sad tone. "I don't know. I was just mad, and too much had happened in one day for me to think straight. I did hit my head pretty hard, you know." I say trying to lift up the mood. It worked for me, not sure about dad, but it didn't quite work for mom. "Then maybe we should take you back to the doctors to get your head checked back out. This isn't like you, Jay.." Mom said with a worried tone. I grab my pizza bites and walk over the the couch, and sit beside her. "I know.. I'm not like this much, and I don't plan to be like this, ever. I mean, I'm going to start using my voice more, and standing up for myself. But I don't wanna be all about fighting, and punching people." I say with my nose kind of scrunched up , due to realization of what I've done. I sigh and face palm myself. I feel like a monster. But the ones who were really being monsters, were the people who made me feel like a monster. "JAY-" my mom snapped. Oh, I guess she was talking. "Hm?" I respond, and she rolls her eyes and repeats herself. "How are you feeling? Do you need any pain killers or anything?". I analyze myself, and try to feel if I'm hurting or not. After a few seconds of self analysis, "No, I think I'll be okay. Nothing hurts as of right now. My necks a little stiff, but that's all." Mom sighs in relief and dad continues to watch TV. I just realized he wasn't listening, but what else are dads supposed to do? Wash dishes? Cook? Dad's are the reason why Football exists.
"Wanna go get dinner? I don't feel like cooking tonight, and I want to take you out because I really could have lost you today." Mom says grabbing her keys, and pocketbook. I look over at dad a second before answering, and he was paying attention. Now he was paying attention. "I shovel in my last few pizza rolls, which were cold now, and said "Yes" loudly, with my mouth full. I grab my plate, and empty capri sun off of the couch and throw them into the trashcan. I grab my phone, a light jacket, and slid my dollar store slides on. I get into the back seat of the car, and buckle in. I look at myself through the rear-view mirror and see the scratches and bruises on my face. I didn't actually see them until just now. I'm shocked. They said it looked as little as nothing had happened. My left eye was bruised and my chin was scraped, and my cheek had a little scratch on it. My face felt heavy, and for some reason I started focusing on my heart beat. The car pulled out of the driveway, and I collected myself again. I swallow, noticing how dry my mouth was. I clear my throat and re-adjust how I was sitting. I grab my phone, and go through Snapchat. I open all of my streaks and send one out of the sun setting behind some trees. I sit my phone back down, not willing to look through everyone's posts. For one, I'm not in the mood, and secondly, I don't want to see if there's anything about me on there. I couldn't take it. Not right now. We pull into one of my favorite places to eat. The Out Back!
