Growing up in a large, middle-class (if not lower) family had its challenges. More than I can account for actually. I had five older sisters and two older brothers. Throw me into the mix and that's a grand total of eight children living under one ro...
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"Are you fucking dumb or something?" Her harsh tone is nothing new to me as I walk by her, not even bothering to utter a single word. I'm sure whatever it is, it's not anything worth wasting my breath over. "Hello, don't you hear me talking to you?" She snaps from behind. It is obvious that she is losing patience and tolerance but you know what? So am I. I've had a long day. I'm tired and exhausted. I shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit if I don't want to. No one should.
Before Elise can utter another word, making me want to stab my ears out, I unlock the door to my room, slip inside and close it with a loud bang. I can hear her yelling and cursing on the other side and then comes the noise of her fists slamming against the barrier blessing me from not having to deal with her any further. After a few minutes of yelling and assaulting my door, Elisa finally decides to resign, allowing me to hear myself think for the first time since I've arrived at this place people would call home.
As I toss my wet towel onto the chair, I climb into bed and snuggle under the sheets. My lights are still on and it is only seven in the evening. But to me the day feels so much longer. It feels like it is eleven o'clock at night. You understand what I'm trying to say, right?
A heavy and laborious sigh suddenly escapes my lips as I allow my eyelids to flutter shut. I want to get to bed as soon as possible because I have been so unjustly deprived of sleep over the last couple of days. I had so many tests and projects to prepare for this week and let me just say that senior year is not as easy as some people had described it to be.
School is beginning to become too overwhelming for me to handle. However, this is my future I am catering to. If I ever want to get out of this house, I have to work myself to the bones to keep my grades up so that I would have a better chance of getting into a good school. A school where my future would be bright (unlike my past). A school far away from here.
Yeah school is getting strenuous, especially because my sleeping schedule has been completely screwed during the last couple of days. I wanted to give up, shred the packets and assignments I had received into pieces but if I did, the only person who would end up hurting would be me. And I'm sick of getting hurt.
Rolling onto my stomach, I reach under my pillow and take out my phone. I gaze at the beauteous photo I had taken at a nearby park sometime ago on a lovely summer morning before I unlock the screen. Next, I go through my contacts and scroll down until my eyes are met with the name, Noah Costa.
Unconsciously, I suck in my bottom lip and begin chewing on it. I am contemplating on what to do while my thumb hovers over the little message icon besides his name. I am in a stalemate to be honest. One part of me wants to talk to him but the other part of me doesn't. It is almost like having a little angel version of yourself sitting on your left shoulder whilst the little devil version is occupying your right shoulder.
The confusing thing for me here, though, is that I can't tell which part is the angel and which part is the devil.
Then I think back to the day at the library where I had coincidentally encountered Noah. The day where I had been completely transparent to a stranger. To a boy I had been barely acquainted with.
