Falling Through

“Mom and dad wouldn’t care,” I huffed. “They never care about anything I do.” I trailed off. I felt tears of rage fill my eyes and the bile of umbrage crawl up into my throat. If they didn’t care, why should I? I mentally argued with myself until I heard Maddy honking the horn of the Pinto outside. As I strolled to the front door, I decided I didn’t need to care anymore, since no one else did anyways.