Today Bella’s mom didn’t have any errands to run, so they just took me straight home. It took awhile to get back to my house though because we seemed to be hitting almost every red traffic light, and all the traffic at the stop signs. I wasn’t sure how much taking a long time to get to my house was bothering me though. Normally I wouldn’t care because it meant less time I had to spend at home by myself.
Today was different though because my dad told me that he actually might be able to get home early. We soon arrived at my house though, only taking us a few extra minutes longer than usual. I wasn’t surprised though when I didn’t see my dad’s car in the driveway. I hoped that maybe he was here, and he just decided to park in the garage today. I think it’s supposed to rain so he probably parked in the garage. I said bye to Bella and her mom, and got out of the car.
As I was walking up the driveway to the front door, I kept assuring myself that he probably just parked in the garage. He probably would’ve parked there because of soon coming rain, and maybe he wanted to surprise me. Make me think that he wasn’t home yet, but then I go inside and see that he really is home. I finally convince myself to stop thinking about it, and just go inside and get my answer. I get my key out of my bag and push it into the keyhole and turn it.
Once I’m inside, I look around to see if my dad is here. I didn’t see his shoes by the door, or his coat. I kept walking through the house, and once I realized that I was turning on some of the lights we usually keep on, I knew that he wasn’t home. I sighed, and just walked into the kitchen. I set my back on the counter next to my untouched by my dad math homework, and then went to the fridge to find something to eat.
After not finding anything that sounded good to eat from the fridge right now, I closed the fridge door with probably a bit extra force and went to the pantry. I looked through there, but once again I wasn’t able to find anything that I really wanted. I knew that I was probably just to upset that my dad wasn’t here early to focus on anything, including finding something to eat.
I grabbed my skating bag, and quickly walked up the stairs to my room to take a shower in attempt to make myself relax for a bit. These are the times that I really start to miss my dad, when he tells me that he might be home early, but then just gets home late. I wish he wouldn’t even tell me that so he doesn’t get my hopes too high. He’s only come to one practice with me this week so far, and he had to leave during it. Times like this are when I actually start to miss his endless criticism on my routine. Even though some of it was harsh, at least he was there and he cared.
Today I was basically just on my own with my routine, hoping that I was doing everything right and correctly and the way my dad wanted. I wasn’t sure though because he wasn’t there to tell me. I threw my skating bag on the top of my bed, and went to my dresser to find some clothes to change into after my shower. I knew it was still a bit early, I think it was six or seven, but I decided to take out my pajamas to change into. I grabbed some fluffy polka dotted pajama pants, and just a plain white shirt.
After I had finished my shower and changed into my pajamas, I went back into my room, and when I checked the time I realized I had been in the shower for almost an hour. I didn’t really care though; it just surprised me a bit that I had in there that long. I had been trying my best to have the warm water relaxed me, but it wasn’t working very well.
I grabbed my books off of my dresser, and headed downstairs. I was foolishly hoping that me dad was maybe home by now, but of course I wasn’t surprised when he wasn’t.
I went to the kitchen and sat down at the barstool like I always did to start and finish my homework I didn’t get to yesterday. I moved my math homework to the other side of the counter to get it out of the way before I started my social studies homework. I opened up my laptop and got to the page I had that showed me my homework assignment. I opened up my social studies book to the page it showed to start on, and then got out a few pieces of notebook paper.
After practice was over, all the guys headed to the buffet. I really wasn’t in the mood to go back there again, but they asked me again to go, and I couldn’t really say no. I didn’t want them to think that I was excluding myself from them outside of practice.
I wish they’d mix it up a bit though and go to different places to eat every now and then. Don’t get me wrong, the buffet had good food, and I can’t decide that I dislike a place if I’ve only been there once, but I really wanted to try out different restaurants or fast food places here that are different from those in England. That’s the one thing they haven’t asked me about England, what restaurants are different and which ones I wanted to try here.
At the buffet I went through the other line and tried some of the food I hadn’t gotten yesterday. For the sake of my dad though I got more healthy options compared to what I had gotten yesterday. I knew my dad wasn’t here and wasn’t aware of some of the greasy American food options I was having, but I still felt the need to please him and I could still hear his demanding voice in my head.
At the buffet I sat with different guys than who I had sat with yesterday in attempt to talk to more the guys I hadn’t spoken to very much.
By the time we all decided to leave, I was better acquainted with Colby, and met another person on the team, Justin. I had parked towards the back of the parking lot again, so everyone was already in their cars as I was just approaching mine.
I started driving back to my aunt’s house, once again changing my plans to go to the gym, again. I told myself that I’d either go tomorrow or sometime during the weekend.
Once I was back at my aunt’s house, I let her know that I was home, and then went upstairs to take a shower. I made my shower much quicker than usual because I had soon realized how tired I was. After I changed into some sweats to sleep in. I went downstairs to tell me aunt good night, and get a small snack. I went to the kitchen where my aunt was cleaning up from dinner.
“I think I’m going to go ahead and go to bed,” I told her once I grabbed an apple from the bowl.
“Okay, goodnight,” she said, and I began to walk out of the kitchen.
“Oh,” she suddenly said, causing me to turn back around.
“I was wondering if on Saturday, you could take Ben to this daycare thing I’ve been taking him to, to make more friends,” she began,
“I might be coming too but I’m not sure, I just think that maybe you can help him put himself out there more to make some friends,” she told me.
“Yeah, no problem, I’ll take him,” I told her.
“Great, thanks so much,” she said.
“Well good night,”
“Good night,” she said back, and then I walked out of the kitchen and back up to my room as I took bites out of my apple.