Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 7 - L y r a - The Fights of Thanksgiving Day

- Thursday, November 24th - 

"MOM! SHE'S DOING IT AGAIN!"

"DOING WHAT MARIE?"

"SHE WON'T LET ME CHANGE THE CHANNEL!"

"I WAS HERE FIRST! YOU CAN AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL MY SHOW IS OVER!"

"BUT YOUR SHOW IS STUPID! PLUS IT LASTS ALL DAY! I WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE!"

"FINE! WATCH A FU- . . ." Marie raised an eyebrow at me and I took a deep breath and stood up before continuing. "Fine. Watch your stupid movie. It's not like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade is interesting to me or anything. Besides, I could just watch it in my room. Oh, wait! I'm not the one with a TV in her room! You are!" I shot Marie a dirty look before storming up to my room. She had a sorry look on her face, which was weird because she made it clear years ago that she hated me. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but she didn't say anything as I climbed the stairs.

It's times like these that I wish Ella and Roxie didn't go out of town for most holidays. I can call and text and email them all I want, but they can't always answer immediately. Roxie's family has gone to Portland, Oregon for Thanksgiving and Ella's has gone to Nashville. Even though Ella's still in this timezone, I can't talk to her because her parents take away all the electronics when they visit whomever they visit in Nashville because Ella and Robbie don't really like them all that much. If they got to keep their electronics, then they would be on them the whole visit so they wouldn't have to talk to the people they're visiting. Roxie is in a different timezone, and is three hours behind. She could be sleeping or doing something with the people they're visiting and can't always answer until after I've fallen asleep.

Holidays suck.

I decided I'd go for a walk, just to get out of the house. I changed out of my pajamas and into warm clothes and put on a jacket, hat, scarf and my favorite pair of boots. I called out that I was leaving as I walked out the door and didn't wait for an answer. I don't really care if I get in trouble later.

I turned right down the street and decided to head towards the library. The library is at one end of the park, and there's a creek that runs down between the forest and paths and the library and open grounds. I'm the only one in my family who ever goes there voluntarily, so I know I won't be found until I head back home. I could cut through the backyard and be there almost instantly, but I want to take as long as possible today, so I stuck to the sidewalk.

As I walked the familiar paths of the forest, I let my thoughts stray to the memories of past few months. My mother has gotten less and less fond of me, and doesn't even tell me what's going on. Then she gets home and I get in trouble for not doing something that she never told me to do. I think she's trying to get me to leave before I turn 18. And just because of that, I think I'll wait until the day after I turn 18, just to piss her off. If she doesn't kick me out first. . .

My father on the other hand, is always bugging me about getting straight A's, but I just can't be bothered to try in school. None of what is taught interests me, and I already know most of what they're teaching anyway. But a B-average just isn't good enough. I wonder if he knows that C is average? He keeps telling me that I have to go to Harvard or Stanford or something, but I don't want to. I'd love to take a photography class, or any kind of art class. But if I were to say that, I would get grounded faster than you could think the answer to 1+1. Father makes a point to be home in time for dinner now, but leaves about an hour after dinner with mother, then they both come home drunk at about 2 a.m.

As for Marie, we either fight about something completely stupid, or we just don't talk at all. I much prefer not talking to her at all to fighting with her. Even though we've almost never done anything but fight with each other, I guess I still love her. And, deep down, I hope she loves me too. I absolutely hate fighting with her. I remember when Marie was born. I was four, so I don't remember much, but I remember being rushed to Roxie's house, and then when I was picked up, mother no longer had a huge belly. I remember noticing how happy mother and father were, and I clearly remember what they were talking about when they thought I had fallen asleep in the car once.