welcome to my silly life Chapter 4. I took my seat on the worn out couch and its ratty old cushions and beaten up pillows comforted my rough day. For some reason I had gotten there earlier than usual and I was the first one to arrive. Fifteen minutes passed before the others came in, they went out shopping but figured I’d be too busy with school work to go with them. Shopping is the perfect medicine for a rough day, but with all this trouble going on things have been too busy and money has been too tight for me to ease my pain. “Hey Tay, how was your day? Oh I just rhymed! But really did everything go alright?” “Oh uh you know how teenagers can be.. looks are what they see, not inside, I didn’t really have a chance to say anything before the judging started but it wasn’t too bad, much better than my old school actually!” Wow, I’ve really become quite the natural liar. The drafty windows sent in the frigid fall air and left us all shivering, the secretary handed out some torn up blankets. This side of the office wasn’t heated, but that didn’t matter. What lies on the other half is far more important to us all. The gossip surrounded me, it made me feel like I belonged again, like there was no where else I could be. This should be home, this is his home. I glanced around the room, my eyes traced the familiar shattered glass, the torn curtains and the Winnie the Pooh clock ticking, it was almost time to leave. I didn’t think I was ready to move on with the cruelty, here I felt safe and secure but once I took a step outside everything would be different. But all I really needed to hear was the simple sentence that made it all feel better. The clock struck three and we all rose to make our way to the inside, I was first in line, practically running, I opened the door and with a few words it was all better.. “I love you Mommy."
welcome to my silly life Chapter 3. The day continued like any other day of my life, girls sneered at me, shoved me in the hallways and guys couldn’t keep their eyes off of me. To think that I used to like their admiring eyes always checking me out, but people change, and I was never going back to that rock bottom place for the rest of my life. The final bell rang and I ran out of that hellhole as fast as I could. My purple floral bag swung back and forth as I sprinted down the crowded streets until I got home. I ran up a dozen flight of stairs before I got to my room and it never felt so good to be home. I turned and locked the door, leaned against it and cried. It felt like hours had gone by before I had the strength to get up, I made my way down the hallway crowded with beer bottles, “Daddy?” I cried out for him, but I got no response so instead of getting a hug that I so desperately needed I went into the bathroom. Make up smeared down my face, I sobbed as a tried to wipe the remains from my face. This is the girl I had become, I guess people would call me a sad sight if they saw this. I needed to pull myself together. No one was ever going to get the pleasure out of seeing me weak, everyone always looks for a weakness, but they were not going to find one in me. I cleaned up my face put on a comfy sweatshirt and made my way to the couch. I still had a few minutes before I had to leave, so I took a minute to breathe in his sweet smell. I knew this was a bad thing but I couldn’t help but smile at the comforting smell of what could have been. I used all my strength to pick myself up off the couch, slipped on my shoes and walked for two blocks. The chimes sounded when I opened the door and cheerful laughter surrounded me and reminded me that everything would be okay again.