“Honey come down for breakfast you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!” Shouts my mother
“Ugh I would much rather just stay home and lay in bed not having to be stressed or be worried. What’s the point? I go there just to get teased and then I come home with work to do when I would much rather be doing something I enjoy. Like watching Bajan Canadian videos, or playing video games.”
“Honey your breakfast is getting cold and the bus will be here in 10 minutes so hurry up.”
She slips on her gloves that she has to wear at all times and then runs down the stairs.
“I made your favorite Blueberry Pancakes.”
“Well you don’t sound very excited now do you.”
“Mom I’m fine.”
“Oh honey you know that you can talk to me about anything so what is bothering you?”
“Well it’s just that I go to school and I get teased why can’t I go to a school where I belong? I don’t fit in at this school.” Her voice starts to crack up and her nose starts to run.
“I just want to be like a normal teenager!”
“Oh honey I know you want to but this is how you were born.”
The mom says as she wipes away her tears.
“If I was born this way then why am I not in a school with people who are like me!”
“Because ever since your Father passed away it is the decision I made to come here because I figured it would be easier on me, you, and your brother.”
“Well its not! Don’t you see I hate it here! I hate that I can’t be like everyone else! I hate my life! UGH!!!”
“Ashley don’t you stomp away!”
“Just leave me alone mom!”
She walks away mumbling to herself in frustration.
“Stupid hands, stupid powers, stupid gloves, stupid everything! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!”
She threw her gloves across the room and flops down on her bed.
A few minutes later she hears squeaky loud breaks.
She thinks for a minute to figure out what it was when she realizes its the bus.
She grabs her gloves her backpack and her binder and she runs down the stairs and into the driveway when she sees the bus driving away down the street.
“Great that’s just great now I have to walk to school.”