Counting

DAY 1 pt.2

Knocking. Oh, right. I forgot about that part. Monsters don't answer doors, right? I hope they don't. That's the only thing I could think of. I should knock before they open the door first.

I knocked on the door. My hands are trembling. Why am I scared? It's only mom in there, right? She's always home, unlike dad. But... She didn't bring any guests over today, right? Right??? Please tell me she didn't.

As the doorknob turned, I looked away and sealed close my eyes, positioning my hands in front of my chest, just in case something strikes me.

"Garnet? Oh, Garnet dear," mom said as the door opened and hugged me, caressing my head like she always do. "Sent home again? What did you see?" She placed her hands on my shoulders. I shuddered. Oh man. Oh man. I did not like remembering that.

By my reaction, she raised her hands off right away. "Would you... Want to come in?" She placed a hand on my back and had me proceed inside. "Sit at the dining table when you want to talk about it. I'll be waiting for you there.

"'Kay, mom." I responded, then went upstairs to my room. Maybe I should tell her after I do a few seatworks... Or... My house is often quiet, anyway. What's to worry? I just simply did a couple English seatworks which I actually was meant to do from the past week, but geez it's actually pretty hard. Not practically but... You'll get me.

I took out my textbook and notes and laid it down on my bed, along with my bag. I then laid down on my bed and opened my notes first, just to see what I've got. And it turns out that it's only worth half a semester. Oh man. Time to hit the books I guess.

It wasn't actually so bad. I know how to read, anyway. The topic as written here is just about essay writing and so. Simple. I started writing my notes and all, answering a few activities. I'll maybe hand them out to my English teacher whenever. I'm just glad she agreed to that.

Oh, and here it is. The letters are starting to dance and sway around the pages, flying off and everything. It must be really stupid of me to try and catch them, especially with the knowledge that they are just plating with me again. Every once in a while I'd even see some of them play on my pages. Ugh. This is what makes it difficult.

I smacked my notebook in hopes that they disappear and bring those letters back to where it belongs. And they did, but kind of like ants. They run flying, ut coming back afterwards. What does it take to get rid of them?

I picked up my notebook and stated flapping it so they'd fly away. They did, but just flew around my room. Ugh, ugh, ughughughughughughugh. I stating flapping my hands like a mad bird-acting fellow. I feel like I' such a retard, goddamnit.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" I exclaimed, which probably wouldn't help whatsoever.

I frustratedly slammed my notebook back onto my bed, left my room, and went downstairs. I guess now I should talk to mom about these. Oh man. What time is it, even? What? It's only two in the afternoon? I didn't even spend that much time in there! Was I even making progress? Ugh.

I sat down a seat by the dining table. "Mom?" I called out. My attention is all just drawn everywhere, honestly.

"Oh, deary. I'm glad you finally decided to come. " She said as she arrived with a bowl of some kind of soup. "Just in time, even. I just made you some macaroni soup. Here," she placed it in front of me and sat down accross out small dining table like always. "So? How was school?"

It was dearly hard for me to eat most of the times, honestly. Sometimes, I'd just see them playing in my food and I'd lose my appetite right away. They might be small, but really. No.

I remained quiet for a moment as I scooped a spoonfull of soup and positioned it in front of me, staring into the spoonful blankmindedly. What am I even expecting?