Chapter 2: Mourning Routine

Chapter 2: Mourning Routine

A Chapter by True Mixer

I open my bedroom door to see Martha’s pimple-covered face staring straight at me. Great. Perfect way to start the day. With annoyance.

“Dad’s going to kill you…” she says.

“Shut it.” I replied. I was still salty from her waking me up. And she knew it.

“Feeling pretty salty today, aren’t you bro?”

“Thanks to you. And don’t ever call me that.”

“Whatever. Dad’s still going to kill you. It’s 8:30 already so-“I didn’t let her finish.

“WHAT!? Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!” I was running through the house now. I didn’t even have time to eat breakfast properly. And it was pancakes too! I speeded from room to room, getting myself ready as fast as possible. As soon as I finished brushing my hair, I grabbed my roller skates and headed out of the house at full speed. I didn’t look back until Martha shouted towards me-

“You forgot your lunch!”

“When I get back!” I yelled back. I was already halfway down the street. I continued to roll my way through the neighborhood. I felt so free. Speeding around, with nothing to stop me, except…uh-oh.

“WATCH IT, PUNK!” I hear someone yell. I look behind me to see, to my surprise, a truck coming straight at me.

“Ah!” I roll to the side of the truck so it can pass me. But then I get the brightest idea. I let the truck pass me, and then held on to its back bumper.

“Woo!!” I had a free ride straight to the farm. Roller skating was fun and all, but this was way more cool! It was amazing! The wind in my hair felt great, and the sound of the roller skates made it all the more satisfying. It made me forget all about the worries of work. It even almost made me forget the fact that I was LATE FOR WORK. And I realized, thank goodness. I would have gotten a big beating if I was later than I already was. So, I pulled away from the back of the truck, wheeled my way to front, and shouted out to the driver;

“Thanks for the ride!”

“WHAT THE!?” he yelled. I guess he didn’t realize I was taking a ride with him until then. Oh well. Off to hell… I mean work.



© 2016 True Mixer


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