Waking up with the bright stretch of the sun's stinging arms reaching across my face waking me up causes my eyes to squint. "Ugggh!" Oh man another day with more homework to finish-- on a weekend. Why couldn't today be different than others? When will the summer awaken so that I can wake up just one morning wihout the worry in my eyes of making sure I finish three projects that are due on the same day when I get back? I just hope I don't forget anything today and create more pressure on myself to be Ms. Perfect when I know I'm Ms. Forgetmenot. As I crawl out of bed (I have a pretty wide bed) I can hear my dad's voice telling me to wake up (which is pointless since I am up) as the skillet scrapes against the stove top. "Mmmmhh!" I race down stairs in hopes I can extinguish the hunger that's blazing up in my stomach. As I skim down the stairs faster than a cheetah gliding down a hill covered in slick, I stopped. I suddenly remember that I turned in two assinments late this past week. "Oh man, not again!" I tell myself as I bite my lip hoping my dad won't ask to see powerschool. As I slowed my road to walk down the long hallway that passes the living room, the bathroom, and the into the kitchen I see my dad with a smile so wide you can see his mollars sends the most sharpest pang into my heart knowing I'm going to be its murderer. At this point I know that I'm busted-- but instead of worring I tell myself just forget about and so will he....
After having breakfast, I go upstairs into my vineyard (my room) and stare into my mirror telling myself everything is going to be okay and even if my dad does remember he won't be as upset as I think he will be. Tears n ow begin to weal up in my eyes, my plams begin to shake, my bottom lip starts to quiver, and now I quickly turn away so I won't have to face the sorrow of myself and feel sympathy. "Why couldn't I just do my work on time?!" I silently yell at myself so no one will hear my inner rage.
I know that sitting infront of the mirror crying won't bring progress to my errors; so I lie down in my for an hour starring at the ceiling thinking about other things that's not going to make me feel bad. I think about the fun times that my brother Henry and I share and how old we've gotten and how this is his last day befor he goes-- WAIT!
HOLD ON! THIS IS HENRY'S LAST DAY!
This didn't make me feel better, in fact I cried even harder knowing that I won't have anyone to goof around with when I need to smile,(like now for instance) throw oranges, peaches, and apples across the kitchen to see who causes the most damage to the fruit. Now I tell myself that it's time to stop procrastinating and I finish the last of my homework.
At this moment it's 3:30 and my dad calls me downstairs because he wants to check my homework. Luckily, I finished just in time and the thought of powerschool is far from crossing my mind. I content, in a satiate releam knowing I'm making my dad proud to know that I'm NOT wasting his money and that I'm NOT being lazy! I know begin to clamly breathe and laugh a little as my dad side eyed me with a bewildered look upon his face. In my head I sing "Dog Days are Over" by Florence and the Ma-- Oh no! He wants me to bring down my computer to see my grades! As I get up from the couch, walk down the hallway form the living room, up the stairs, and into my vineyard my world begins to shatter faster than my neighbor's window when Henry threw the baseball in the wrong direction seven years ago. "OMG, OMG, OMG!" I begin to silently and rapidly chant at a steady rate as I pace in circles brainstorming for an excuse to cut me free from these shackles called life. (20 mintues later) tears slowly glide by my cheek bones to hide in the caverns of my dimple and now I slowly walk back to the mirror trying to think of a suitable lie-- Yeah I said it, lie!-- that in hopes would get by and out smart the mind of a wise 57 years old entrepreneur.
THINK! THINK! THINK!
At this moment I feel like Jimmy Neut--Brain blast! I'll just tell my dad that I forgot my powerschool username and password! That's the perfect excuse, I mean whio doesn't forget their username and password? As I pick up my computer, dry my tears, check the mirror to see if I have red eyes something tells me not to and just face the pain of disappointing my dad. At this point I'm shaking my head and walk out of the warm comfort of my vineyard and into the brisk, dusty world. As I walked down the stairs and turn the corner that leads outside onto the front pourch I pause, take a deep breath and continue down death road knowing niether one of us will be sporting a smile at the end. I walk towards my dad sitting on the couch and take what feels like my last breath and blink my eyes for the last time. My dad smiles at me and I return his sincere gift with a smile that hides a cascade of tears waiting to pour out the moment I open my screen; but I keep them in. I think maybe if I cry he'll feel sympathy and won't be so hard... I show my dad my disgraceful grades...
"What? How are you missing two assignments in World History?...OH, and you got an "F" in Geometry".
As I tried to explain to my dad that I actually have an "C+", but not all of my grades were entered. "You're out of that acting class with Krystel on Tuesdays!" No, no, no this actually went worse than I ever imagined! Maybe I should've lied, at least I would still have my privileges. After 20 minutes of awkward silences, yelling, tears wealing up and going away, and excuses my dad tells me to go upstaurs and get ready to go to my brother Chas's house to say goodbye to Henry. I walk back up to my room at a increasingly steady pace so that my tears won't leave my pupils before I reach my mirror. I sit back down infront of my mirror in hopes of any advice, none appears. Maybe the advice is there it's just having a hard time pervading through the smudges that I've been meaning to clean. I stand up for, my butt is getting tired from sitting on a light green stool. I gather my coat, cell phone, and Spanish book to study from like my dad told me in the mist of his yelling. 20minutes later, we arrived infront of my Chas's house and what feels like a rock smacks me off my feet as I get out of the car. My whole world paused, mouth gaped wide open, and now I'm leaning against the car for support clenching the door. I forgot my Spanish book on the living room table right befor we left!
"Ummm daddy, I left my Spanish book at home by accident."
I knew I messed up by the look of plead for my mistakes to stop on my dad's face and the lecture and more yelling that follows until we get inside of my brother's house. As we come in, I give my brother Chas a hug, a hug for which he think is a greeting but what really is out of sadness. After 30 minutes of telling jokes with my brothers Chas and Rashad and my cousin Eric, Chas recieved a call from my mom.
