After school, I entered the living room startled to see my mother seated on the couch reading an article on her tablet. She glanced up at me, turning up her nose. "What are you doing home so early, I thought you were working today?" I sighed. “I decided to take the day off to spend some time with you before you graduate” She said. As I stood there her eyes narrowed. “What were you thinking stepping outside like that?" Her red painted lips pursed as she eyed me. "Would you rather I went naked?"
"Your clothes are way too baggy and don’t match, and your hair don't even get me started on your hair! It's a tangled black rat's nest. Why Maricel? You are a beautiful girl, but you dress like a homeless person. Is this some sort of act of rebellion?” …show more content…
She covered her face.
“Going outside like that is the equivalent of walking around naked!” She shook her head. A tear welled up in my tear duct burned my heated countenance, and I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat. "Had I been aware of how awful, you generally looked. I would have done something sooner about this crisis” “I wasn’t asking for your help!" I sneered. Her face creased into a frown, and her dark eyes became a pair of angry saucers. I turned away and marched up the staircase to my room. “Maricel!” I ignored her call and locked the door. My eyes darted to the alarm clock. It read 3:33 pm. She banged demanding I open it. With a smirk, I turned away, grabbing a lightweight hoodie, pulling it on. The key started turning the knob. “Don’t make me open this door!” Her voice dropped a few octaves.
I paused in the center of the room. “Three…two…” She counted backwards. Sprinting for the open window, I swung my legs over the ledge and jumped, landing feet first straightening my bent knees. By the time she barged in, cursing under her breath, I was quite a distance away as she looked down at me. Neighbors stared as I ran amok across the vast green patches of land, past the high wheat. Slowing to a walk; picturing myself in a metropolis outside of the small world I resided in. Somewhere I would see new faces every
"Your clothes are way too baggy and don’t match, and your hair don't even get me started on your hair! It's a tangled black rat's nest. Why Maricel? You are a beautiful girl, but you dress like a homeless person. Is this some sort of act of rebellion?” …show more content…
She covered her face.
“Going outside like that is the equivalent of walking around naked!” She shook her head. A tear welled up in my tear duct burned my heated countenance, and I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat. "Had I been aware of how awful, you generally looked. I would have done something sooner about this crisis” “I wasn’t asking for your help!" I sneered. Her face creased into a frown, and her dark eyes became a pair of angry saucers. I turned away and marched up the staircase to my room. “Maricel!” I ignored her call and locked the door. My eyes darted to the alarm clock. It read 3:33 pm. She banged demanding I open it. With a smirk, I turned away, grabbing a lightweight hoodie, pulling it on. The key started turning the knob. “Don’t make me open this door!” Her voice dropped a few octaves.
I paused in the center of the room. “Three…two…” She counted backwards. Sprinting for the open window, I swung my legs over the ledge and jumped, landing feet first straightening my bent knees. By the time she barged in, cursing under her breath, I was quite a distance away as she looked down at me. Neighbors stared as I ran amok across the vast green patches of land, past the high wheat. Slowing to a walk; picturing myself in a metropolis outside of the small world I resided in. Somewhere I would see new faces every