Ch. 13 The Way Things WereA Chapter by theladygraceling
I tell him I'm not hungry
but he gets me a bowl anyway. Swing. BANG! "There's no milk," he says. He's always in charge of picking up milk whenever it runs out. No one blames him for forgetting. I watch him, still sitting there like a mute, while he pours cereal into both bowls and begins eating it dry with his fingers. I don't eat it though because I'm not hungry and food hasn't been sitting in my stomach right and because I can't concentrate. Every time I look around I remember, against my will, sitting there, pretending to study, laughing, and eating dry cereal, because Will always forgot to buy the milk. It is too hard though, to sit, and laugh, and eat dry cereal, with a big, empty chair standing right in front of me. So I close my eyes. But then I hear screeching tires, and I see bright headlights, and I feel broken glass, and I open them back up. I'm breathing hard and sitting there in a daze, and miss what he says. I ask him to say it again. He looks at me strange, but he does. "What do you want to do?" I sit there for a minute because I don't know how to respond. It's stupid, so I can't say it out loud, but what I'm thinking is that I just want to cry. I've always been a crier. I can't help it. I don't understand why the one thing I want to do is the one thing I suddenly can't. © 2014 theladygracelingAuthor's Note
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Added on April 29, 2014 Last Updated on April 29, 2014 AuthortheladygracelingHagerstown, MDAboutI am seventeen years old. I have always loved reading and have recently started writing my own stories. I also enjoy drawing and sculpting, have taken piano and violin lessons for 10+ years, and have .. more..Writing
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