It was an early dismissal and I was coming from school. I was taking the bus so I got home pretty early. I was walking towards our apartment building when I realize my aunt's car wasn't here. I started to wonder whether I had told them if it was an early dismissal. I taught that maybe my grandma was here. I went to knock on the door. No one answered. I went to look through the windows. All I saw was our dull furniture and the TV. I went back to the parking lot and looked around. I had once begged to be given the key to the house. It was my fault, but I tried to blame them for it.
I found my friend and asked him if I could stayed there for a while. I stayed for about ten minutes before my aunt came. She was holding Path-Mark bags. She leaves me and goes shopping, I taught to myself. I acted like I was all relaxed, but I was pretty scared. I had always taught I was grown. I had even told them to not come pick me up anymore. I didn't want them to wait for me at the bus stop either. I felt all grown and acted like I could take care of myself. I realized that I was only eight and still believed in cooties.
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