My Story

Chapter Twenty-three

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and asked one of the cooks for some fruit so I could work and eat.
One of them gave me cut up fruit and some orange juice.

"Now time to work on this damn homework." I said to myself.

I set out everything on my bed in sections. I started with my English assignment. It feels nice to think I'll actually get this out of the way. I grabbed my laptop and opened up a word document I titled it and started talking about crappy life decisions and how to better them. I had to write a high expectation paper if I'm writing about bettering life decisions.

I was in the zone when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in." I said.
"Hey."
I looked up and saw Ezra, "Hey, what's up." I said not looking up from my computer.
"I was wondering if we could talk for a bit." He sat down next to me.
"Uhh Let me finish this paper and then we could talk." I said still typing.

I finished writing and put my laptop away. I looked over at Ezra. "So, what did you want to talk about."
"Well I need to talk about one thing."
"And.." I clapped my hands together. "What is it, so we can start talking about it."
He turned towards me and I did the same. "Its about lunch and what you said to my friend."
"About me not liking you?" My eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah, I just want to know if you do or not?"  His right brow had lifted and relaxed back down.
"I do like you. I don't know I just didn't like that he said that to me. I just got a little bit mad." I said turning my head and looking at all the papers that were laid on my bed.
"Okay, so you saying sorry to me was and apology to what you said to him."
"Umm, yes if I did hear that correctly." I smiled.
"Yes, you did. You are really gonna do all this homework." His eyebrows rose as he grabbed one of my papers.
"Umm, yes Ezra I am doing all my homework and keeping my grades to A's and B's is something I want to keep." I said looking at my hands. "I want to be able to be something soon you know as a freshman I want to finish school and go to a college you know. For you I don't know what you want to do in life."
"College I don't think is for me, but what do you even want to go to college for?"
"I want to be a writer. That's why I have a writing class."
"ohh." he nodded.
"Ezra you can either stay in here and be quiet or leave so I can finish. "
" I'll stay and be quiet."

I submitted my essay to the teachers email and then started on my writing and I just picked a random story from my saves to send to her. Then I started my math homework on the quadratic formula oh how I hate math. I have eight problems to do and I am not ready for all this. I grabbed and extra sheet of paper for all my problems. Once I finished that I moved on to my history project. I looked over at Ezra who was already asleep and it looks like I'm just gonna have to do everything by hand then.  I grabbed out my paint markers and started writing and drawing on it.

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"Look Mirana I want you to look." My eyes were closed shut whatever my dad wanted me to see I couldn't open my eyes. I was too frightened I don't want to be wherever we were this place did smell bad.
"You need to look Mirana. Please for your daddy."
"I can't. Please don't make me." I cried
"You need to look damn you." He grabbed me and tried to force my eyes open. I saw fire my eyes widened.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Who do you think."
I looked closer and saw my mothers body slowly burning.

I woke up and started crying. I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I walked over to the sink and threw up. I heard a light knock on the door and looked over to see Ezra. Oh god. I started washing my mouth and then washed my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying.
"Hey what's wrong?" Ezra asked.
"I just had the worst dream ever. I was standing with my dad and saw my moms dead body being burnt.
He hugged me and let me just cry in his chest.