Smile Through It...
729 Words
I can already picture it. Father in his black boots, blue jeans and an old t-shirt. Staring at my back from the kitchen door. Glancing things over. Finding anything wrong. If he wakes up in a bad mood, there will always be something wrong.
I stay silent as I wash the pan, pleading with it to help clean itself. His footsteps make my heart beat faster. Hearing the chair scrap against the wood calmed my nerves. I could hear him rummaging with the coffee, then his paper, taking bites of breakfast in between reading.
I dried the pan before putting it away and quietly avoided father as I slipped out the house. I would rather keep my mouth shut than to open it trying to be kind just to feel his wrath.
I signed as I crossed the street, my nerves settling and my heart slowing. The bitter cold hit me and stung my toes. I looked down and wiggled my now red toes. Swinging my backpack off my shoulders and onto the ground to pull out my socks and shoes, I could hear chattering. I moved to the far side of the sidewalk to give them room to pass. As I'm pulling my last boot on, I get shoved face first into the wet and cold grass. Pain seared through my body as it reminds me to be gentle with it today.
"Move it b***h!" Oh, good morning to you too, Katie. She giggled with her best friend Samantha as they kept going on their way. I pulled myself up and finished putting on my shoes. I grabbed my bag and quietly followed the two girls. From a safe distance, of course.
Katie's blonde hair curled perfectly just past her shoulders. She was wearing her typical outfit: black leggings, brown ugs, her large pink jacket and I could bet you she's wearing either a purple long sleeves turtle neck that ends right above her knee or some other form fitted top that shows off her every curve. She always had a tan, too. She was never pale like me. Her friend Samantha was quite the same. Black leggings, uggs, and a large blue jacket. I'm sure that she's wearing close to the same thing as Katie. Such twins. Samantha even got blonde high-lights in her hair over the break. So now she is less of a brunette and more of a blonde, but she could never get curls to stay quite like Katie.
They both strutted onto campus with their designer bags like they owned the place. This school was just your average school, yet they treated it like a fashion show. Sure, it gave them attention. Every guy here watches them go by.
I roll my eyes and sigh as I get through the crowd. I avoided any contact so as to not start anything, but also, my sides hurt so bad a poke to them and I would be on the floor crying. I keep to myself as I make my way to my locker. Opening it up, I look at my calendar and I'm reminded that I'll be 17 tomorrow.
Just yet another year goes by. I'm reminding myself, Nothing will ever change. I could feel the cloud coming over my head as sadness took over.
'We will make it better together.'
My head snaps up to the sound of a woman's voice. I glance around yet no one is paying me any attention. Am I hearing things now? Maybe I have a concussion and I'm just delusional. Shrugging that off, I slid my bag into my locker, taking only the things I needed for class.
"Boo!" a male's voice shouted into my ear. I jump, it leaves my ear ringing as I glance to see who it was. A smirk from the school jerk. How appropriate for him. His dark hair is striking with blue eyes. His skin was olive with a deep tan from being outside so much. This all made him popular. Oh, and being on the football team helped with that too. His name is Mike, and he's Katie's boyfriend. Such an awful couple.
He laughs, putting an arm around Katie and walking away. I just gather myself back up and smile to myself. It's just another normal day for me. I just need to try to smile through it all.
- Writer
