• I came home with a sigh of relief. Finally. Away from the morons who wouldn't leave me alone. You see, I'm not particuilary a person you would want to hang around. To describe myself, i'm 2 things:
    Curious and clumsy.
    But anyway, I come home with my boots all worn and beaten. I slam through the front door but my mom hardly notices my mood. She's a very laid back person. Just like me except with a little more enthusiasm and as my mom would say, im a downer. She looks like me too except she cut her hair. "How was school" I heard my mom say. She always seems to ask me that; out of everything she could ask, she prefers that question. "Fine, mom" was always my answer. I threw my backpack across the room and hit the glass table. It almost sent the bouquet of white roses flying. Luckily it didn't. My parents would have had a fit. So I walk to my room and swing myself on the bed. I was so tired from the previous night i stayed up and started writing poems. I got some of it started but had no inspiration. It's hard to live in a little town like bakersfield and expect anything special to happen. The only thing special or somewhat special that could happen is a football game and a boyfriend. Love hadn't really occured to me, considering the number of taken guys. And most of them are not even attractive or smart. I got up, bored out of my mind and started walking toward the kitchen. I look in the refrigerator and find two things I love to devour on after school:
    Apple juice and Mac and cheese.
    My mom isn't nececarilly a lovely cook. The last time she used a stove, we had to call the fire department. Never leave my mom alone in the house is the lesson I learned that day. Once I finished my snack, I started on my essay for school. It was super long but very descriptive. When i finished, I went straight to my room and took a long nap...