Stuff Happens

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I woke up for school just like any other human being. Annoyed, tired, and dreading the day in front of me.

I don't usually take showers in the morning but I did this time. I stripped and turned the water on hot. I tied my hair back because if I left it down it would get wet and I didn't have time to blow dry it.

I just stood under the water thinking about how much algebra sucks. When we were little kids you learned how to sing the alphabet and count. But then, apparently #5 fell in love with A and they got together and then had a little baby. And plus signs, division, multiplication, and subtraction signs came to the wedding.

After I was done thinking about algebra, I started to think about Sydney. My mind always goes to her whenever I have nothing else to think about...

I turned off the water and got out of the shower after I washed myself. I decided to wear my tight black pants with a shirt that says 'Marvel Superheros' with a picture of Thor, Hulk, Captain America, and Iron Man. This shirt that I have on my body is amazing!! It's reversable, on the other side of the shirt there are comics. Amazing.

I undid my hair from its messy bun and straightened it. I brushed my teeth before I forgot and by that time it was already time for me to go to school.

My dad was still asleep and I didn't want to wake him so I just left and walked to school.

I went to Kildonan high school. I had no friends. Zero. Cero. Nada. I just didn't want any friends. When you have friends there is a higher risk that all your secrets will be exposed, and I can't have that at all.

I went to my locker and opened it up to find a note, the note said,'Hey, meet me behind the school after school' I obviously wasn't going to. Who knows, this kid could rape me, and I don't think I could handle that right now.

I ignored the note and took out my history book because I have history first period. I walked to my class with my head down. These hallways were so loud. All the boys were so obnoxious. Some of them were funny though. One guy was running down the hall and knocked into me, knocking all my stuff out of my hands. I bent down to pick it all up and somebody stepped on my hand. Worst. Morning. Ever.

I picked up all my cap and got the rest of the way to my class. I had social studies with Mr.Chirgy. I called him 'Chirgs'. I hated Social Studies so I just sat there bored out of my mind. I was good in social studies, just hated the concept of it. Why is everybody trying to figure out what is was like in ancient Greece when we still need to find out stuff about our world. In 200 years people will look back on this time period and only find out more stuff about ancient greece. There will be no information on us now.

Finally, after a painful 42 minutes, I get to leave Social Studies. I head off to math next and on to the rest of my day.

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The day ends and I get to go home!! I remembered that note in my locker as I was walking home and I almost turned around. But I didn't want to get raped, so I kept walking.

When I walked through the door at my house I yelled,"Honey I'm home!!" That was a thing we did every day. When ever I get home I yell that.

He always reply's,"Honey your home!!" It's weird, I know.

I went into the kitchen and got a small bag of Cheetos. He came into the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured me some of my sweet tea. So healthy, I know.

He asked the regular question,"How was your day?" I rolled my eyes and asked him the same question.

"Alyssa, I have to tell you something important..." He said it in a serious way. To be honest I got a little scared with how he said it. I nodded and he went on."Today I got a phone call from the police. Sydney was shot and killed on the corner of 26th and 27th street." He was just barely able to get that sentence out.

I don't break down like other girls would if they find out that there mother was just shot and killed. I just nod. It is an inappropriate reaction to the news I just received, but I don't cry. I just don't.

And saying Sydney was shot and killed didn't change anything. One more funeral to attened, that is all it meant. Sydney was my mom, then she left. She left when I was 3 but she still says she loves me. If that was true then she would still be here. She would have come back if she still loved me.

But she never came back, therefore never loved me. So it is better that she is dead now, I guess.

I don't know why my dad is crying though. He hated her for leaving me. I went over to comfort him. After a few awkward moments of half hugging, I went upstairs with my Cheetos and sweet tea and did my home work.

The reality of what I was just told isn't going to soak in until, about, now.

She died before I ever got to know her. She took me to the park once in a while during the 3 years that she knew me. But other then that I never knew my mother.

I finished my homework and put that away. Then I just laid in bed under the covers. I skipped dinner and just slept.

I didn't dream at all.