~I came home from work and my brother opened the door for me. He was thirteen.
"Hey, kiddo," I greeted him.
"Hey," Dylan said.
I took off my shoes and headed to the kitchen. My mom was in there, cooking dinner.
"Hi, mom," I said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Hi," she replied. "How was work?"
"Slow, like always."
"I still think you should find a new job." Her voice was disapproving. "You know your father can't hold up the family by himself." Said the one who refsed to work. "With your low salary, we'll never get out of this dump."
"You know that they were the only people who were willing to hire me that didn't need cleaners. And I tutor on the weekends for twenty-five dollars an hour. I work all week. Plus, I go to college during he day. What else do you want me to do?"
"How dare you speak to me like that?" my mother yelled.
"Like what, mom?"I questioned. "All I said was that I won't be able to take up any more jobs. I'm already working as hard as I can. I can't drop out of college! You always wanted me to get a good education. You know it's not free."
"That's it, young lady. You're grounded. No television, no computer!"
"It's not like I have time for those things anyway," I muttered before going to my room. On my way there I passed my dad.
"Hey, Robin," he said cheerfully.
"Hi, dad," I murmured. I slammed my bedroom door.
The was it. I was done. My mother has been acting like this for the past three weeks. She kept on snapping at me and yelling at me for nothing. No matter what I said turned into an argument. Even if i got into a little disagreement with Dylan, she would scold me and tell me to control my anger. Why? I don't know.
After a few minutes of lying on my bed and staring up at the ceiling in rage, a knock sounded at my door.
"Sweetheart, dinner's ready." It was my dad.
I deep and got up off of my bed and walked out of my room. My biggest hope at moment was that my mom won't say anything rude.
When I walked into the dining area-- which, by the way, wasn't so big-- everyone was already seated, eating their dinner. I joined them, taking my seat next to Dylan.
After a small pause, my dad said, "How was work, dear?"
"Is it ever any different?" I replied in monotone.
"I think I can help with that."
"You know Bobby?" he asked me.
"Bobby Horan?" I said, just to clarify.
"Yes. He has an open space as a receptionist in his medical office. Do you want to try it out?"
"Sure!" I really was looking forward to this.
"Great," my dad said with a smile. "Try to be there tomorrow at seven in the morning."
"So, will you tell me what happened?" he questioned, putting his fork down.
"What?" I asked. I was seriously lost.
"Why did you storm off to your room like that earlier?"
Oh, that. "Mom and I had a... a little disagreement."
"Okay, Laura, what was it this time?" My dad turned to my mom.
"I just asked her about her day, and then she told me to not yell at her," my mother explained. Haha, right.
"No, that isn't what happened," I reasoned. "She asked me how my day at work was, I said it was the same as usual, and then she told me she doesn't approve of me working at the diner. Then I reminded her that it was the only job looking for someone that wasn't a janitor, and she just snapped. I got pissed off, and went to my room."
My dad sighed before saying, "Again, Laura? I already told you to stop with that."
"I'm sorry, okay? It isn't my fault no one wants to take her as anything else but a maid."
"That's the truth. You know that."
"Well, not anymore, it's not."
After that, the table got silent. I guessed no one had anything to say anymore.
Heyyy people! Sorry, this chapter sucked. I know. This was technically a fill in chapter. I swear things will get more interesting the more you read this story. Also, sorry for not updating two weeks in a row. I had so much going on with school and writer's block. I promise to make thiis WAY more interesting!
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