I had successfully avoided my mother, until she called me down for dinner time. With all the courage I gathered that day, I strolled down the hallway with my awfully done test in my hand.
Passing by the family pictures on the walls, I smiled mournfully at the one with my deceased father. He would forever be missed, as the day he passed was when the peace died, and insanity replaced my mother.
I sat down across from her painful gaze, carefully meeting it with my guilty expression. I placed the important test down beside my plate, quickly starting to shovel down my dinner as she agonizingly took the test beside me. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as I chewed the food, which somehow always tasted like cinnamon no matter what it was.
I couldn't even attempt a second bite, as she had already started screaming at me. Lecturing me about my present, my future, my past. She was screaming so much, I felt a string of saliva flick my cheek. That's when I lost it.
I started screaming back, finally letting out all my bottled emotions. I had said so much so loudly that I was tasting blood, and I had never seen her complex so red before.
Without another word I gathered the test in my hand, running for the door.
"If you leave this household you'll have me do the unthinkable!" She threatened. But I pushed past her, yanking open the front door and sprinting outside down the street.
Eventually I was dry heaving and my legs felt too sore to run, so I sat down on a nearby thick rock. I looked down at my test shamefully, staring at the ugly 45%. With nothing else to do I opened the test to revise my answers, when a paper fell out.
I picked up the random ripped paper, to realize it's from Alex's notebook with all the information about the senior's party...
With a shrug of my shoulders, I got up from the rock and started walking towards the written down address. Having no idea of what was next.