My Bumpy Road

Another Day

Today. Today is the day I've dreaded for years. A lot of little girls dream of going to high school and growing up, but not me. I'm the opposite. Today's that day. Depending on the people every grade can be dreaded but high school is the tip of the iceberg. High school means your almost done with school. You graduate and can do whatever you want. So along with the fact that it's your last year other then collage people think they can do or say whatever they want. That makes high school a million times worse. So instead of getting up and ready I stay laying down, looking at the ceiling.My mind drifts off to what today's gonna be like. No matter how I look at it something bad comes out of it.

"Nikki, you know what today is. You need to get up and ready. You're gonna be late on your first day."

My daydreaming gets interrupted by mom yelling at me to get ready. I'm not ready to but I know if I don't bad things will happen. So with the conclusion that I'm not gonna get away with staying home I get up and search my closet. What to wear? I keep looking and come across a black white and gray, plaid jacket. I throw a white t-shirt under it and settle with light blue jeans. I brush my hair and put it up in a pony tail. I grab my phone, keys, my socks and shoes, and my backpack. I race down stairs but before I get all the way down I slow down. My mom and step dad are in the kitchen arguing about what? I don't know. They constantly find something to disagree on. Before the conversation gets to deep I run into the kitchen.

"Good morning dad. Mom." I run over to my mom and kiss her cheek.

My mom side glances to my dad.

"Morning Nikki." She says after a deep huff.

I can tell somethings wrong but pretend not to. I give her a smile and look at my step dad Randy.

"Um Good morning." He says totally not paying attention to me.

"Oh mom, were we still on for tonight. Our spa day?"

There's a long moment of silence. I kinda shake off the fact that she totally ignored me. I'm kinda use to it though. I get my French toast from the plate next to the stove.

"Mom?" Long silence."Mom?"

"Yea honey."

" Are we still on for tonight. Our spa day ya know."

"Oh baby I can't... I have somethings to do at the office and things. Sorry hon." She turns from the stove and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh yea I..." I start to talk but she walks out in the living room.

I just look away. I realize I'm not hungry anymore and put the food back on the plate next to the stove.

"Randy... What's wrong with mom?" I can't help but asking.

"Nothing Nikki." He says getting up to leave himself.

I hate my step dad. I hate him.

"It's ok Nikki. It's ok." I mumble to myself. I could care less if they split up. But it hurts to see my mom this way. My dad and mom got a divorce when I was three. I still get to see him. Once a year. When he left I developed depression. There would be nights were I just cry out of no where.I now bottle my fillings inside so no one has to worry. It's not like they would if they knew. My step dad has ruined my mom. She now is a total monster. A jerk. I have my good time but most of the time I can't deal with it. I'm actually really surprised she was as nice as she was today. One reason I like school is so I don't have to be home. I grab my stuff and slam the door just to give an extra effect. I get in my blue jeep and jut sit. It's only the beginning of the day and I already give up. I look at the clock and realize that if I don't hurry I'm gonna be late for school and if I'm late for school I'm late for class so I need to go. I put the keys in and start to back out of the driveway. Let's get this over with.