Trees dance against my large Victorian house. Its windows beckon light. The walls are lined with a white border. The ceiling, ‘popcorned’. Bedsheets, table clothes, and rugs all lie neat with no wrinkles. The smell of cookies; dogs;cats;birds;ferrets;dorritos. Every highly step I take is like a walk on heavenly clouds. My feet could ask for no more. Quickly, I realize…My laptop awaits me in the living room, as it sits in front of the world’s comfiest couch. I rush, anxious to arrive, and when I get there my feet swing over one side and I land gently upon my couch fit for a queen. I sit in contentment for a while, noticing the utter silence that engulfs me…And I love it. Could life be any better?
Yeah, for me it could. I most certainly don’t live like that. Typical mornings consist of screaming and yelling and screaming and yelling and screaming and yelling and..Did I mention screaming and yelling? Literally, I own 1/4 of my couch, and currently the most stiff part. I have no desk, no room for myself, and on top of it all, a loud Hispanic family. I’ve got a younger male sibling, so some of you may know how that goes. And being the oldest, he’s the spoiled,rotten one who will never get any better because nobody cares. My parents divorced early, after 18 years of a ‘nonstop train o’ love’, and at the impressionable age of 11, I had received a step father, whom I love…ever so dearly. He, of course, stopped at nothing to ruin my life, including locking my junk food cabinet(my only nutritious supply in my younger years). Well, what else is there to say? I’m a junior in high school, practically dying for the school year to end. Everyday, I come home and do homework while watching my TV schedule of Yes Dear for an hour, Simpsons for another, 30 minutes of Seinfield, and then finish off with a few episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond. Weekends, you say? For me, weekends barely exist, for I drown in a sea of everlasting homework.
I feel as though I work at a job where I wake at 6, stay for 8 hours, come home, and work until my eyes can no longer function properly. And all for no pay. Ah, the enjoyable life of a student with wishes.
Is there any other way to destroy a young girl’s dreams?
4 Comments
April 26, 2008 at 9:54 pm
School’s not that bad.
April 26, 2008 at 10:05 pm
Good job, up beat sorta satirical take on reality. Usually school shouldn’t be that bad, but hey, everyone takes it in their own way. I really liked the intro, and keep dreaming, maybe it’ll happen.
May 2, 2008 at 11:40 pm
It’ll happen, L.
Right now it seems like you have to wait forever, but your last year will fly by and after that, you can escape. Nothing will hold you back, you know?
YOU CAN DO IT.
May 12, 2008 at 9:40 pm
Lovely way of writing the dulling chaos called your life.
But you have to realize that even then, you can always escape to your wonderful world.
Good Job.