Living a (NOT) crazy life

Sharp alarm of the stupid clock woke me up. I punch it so hard that it fell on the ground and make a loud sound and I know I would have to go to store again for a new one. I try sleeping a bit more. Then I remembered today was my first day to a new school. My dad moved to this village about a month ago. He had to move because he got transferred here from his job, whatever it was. Than here is the bad part about this village, there is no school around 50 miles here. Well girls school. Okay 50 miles is pretty big for a village. I might not know much about village but I do know a village isn’t that big. Well not literally, but I have seen villages before on TV and they were pretty small. Even though there was girl’s school I could still make it but my dad has to work, and he leaves home at 5 o clock when school starts 10:30 and my mom doesn’t know how to drive. The moment I came here I was kind of happy actually a lot happy because I thought my dad would finally buy me a computer. Well if I am going to be doing homeschooling I will have to have a computer. But luck is never with me! Two weeks later at dinner time we had a little conversation, and that’s how it went: -

My dad said, ‘’hey since you are so much of a boyish, and I also remember you saying you rather spend time with boys than girls, why don’t we change your name into a boy’s name and make you look like one and from now on do everything like one but be a girl when we come home and go to special places?’’ He gave my hair a look than wink me, and I knew what he was talking about. Those brown eyes never got me because they were so innocent looking that when they were up to something than he wouldn’t tell me directly what was going on that’s how they would lead him to say what he wants and I would already know It wouldn’t be something I will like. And same with this one so I look at my mom to see what was going on, who will of course never have an answer for me and not even look, who’s green eyes were staring at her carrot soup not really in a mood of eating or maybe being part this family meeting. So I look at my dad back. I am confused on whether I should ask him what’s going on or yell out I am not cutting my hair. I couldn’t decide and maybe he knew it and decided to keep going…

‘’let’s talk about your school thing!’’ he said. Then I finally got something to say, ’’Dad I don’t go to one yet!’’ And he said, ‘’not anymore!’’ one moment! Only one moment! Few words, I mean only two that had just broke my last hope, into million pieces, and I can still feel someone from inside me is still trying to break them, trying to make sure, I mean of course making sure not to leave one single big broken piece as if they might to getting together and build up a bruises, broken hope again. But I kind of managed to say, ‘’but you said there are no schools for girls here!’’ and then I knew what he was talking about. And yes here I am ready to go as a guy! I mean acting things out is nothing for me. I can even act like an old woman only if I want. And acting like a guy is easier than anything else for me, because I am more onto wearing baggy t-shirts than a tight dress but the problem is its wrong not to have a girls school in a village, I mean it’s basically mean and stupid. How many girls don’t go to school anymore because of this? I can’t believe I am actually thinking it this way, wasn’t it few months ago when I wanted to kill the person who came up with idea of school. I would probably do it by now only if I had any time machine. I run down stair hoping there will be some good breakfast, like cereal or something and I only find a banana!

‘’a banana?! For breakfast?!’’ I look at my mom whose eyes are covered now with her nice blond bangs, she has short hair. She is into the short hair little too much and I know why! Who likes long hair? I love short hair but I don’t want to do things to favor people even whether I like it or not.

‘’these store got no junk food. And these are the only good things we found, so you have to eat it!’’ she said!

‘’I have to?!’’ I yelled at her. She is still staring down at her cup filled with tea, as if I wasn’t there or maybe if she ignores me I will go away, so then I just leave. Great no breakfast! How much I love food! Well only good ones. By good I mean bad. The school is somewhere near my house but my dad is giving me ride today only since it’s my first day! He knows that I didn’t like the idea of short hair and boy’s uniform so he was scared to wake me up today at morning. This is why he isn’t looking at me now. Well that’s good because I don’t want to talk to him either. But I am mostly mad about the breakfast part.