Imperfectly Perfect

Five

I smother my head into my pillow. I hate having fights with my dad and this one was really bad. I'm so tired of him expecting so much of me. I am human.
"Honey?" My mom opens my door and sticks her head in, "don't be mad at your father he just wants best for you."
"Screaming at me about something that's already done and I can't fix is what's best for me?" I snap.
"You didn't do your best on that test and he has a right to be angry. I for one am disappointed."
"Well maybe if you guys don't have such high standards you wouldn't get disappointed."
"I don't like that tone, you watch it. I'm trying to be nice here, but I will not take your attitude."
"Then don't. Leave. I want to be alone."
My mom shakes her head, "You better remember how to respect your parents or things are going to start changing around here." She walks out and shuts my door.
"Aghhhhh." I grumble. I shut myself in my closet and cuddle on my bean bag under my blanket in the confined darkness. I'm tired of schoolwork and pleasing my parents. I'm tired of worrying about college when I'm only a sophomore. I'm tired of doing track just because sports look good on college applications and my parents want me doing a physical activity. I'm just tired. I close my eyes and after a while I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep which I really need.