One Day More
“Silence. And not just my alarm clock. The whole house is filled with a silence that practically shouts its emptiness—as empty as it is every morning. Sometimes, if I don’t hit the snooze button and go back to sleep, I can creep to the top of the stairs and hear my parents leave the house—listen to the garage doors clattering shut as they drive their separate cars to their separate jobs in the separate little lives we all lead.
But I haven’t done that in ages.
Besides, it’s Thursday. And I hate ...Thursdays.
So when the alarm goes off again I reach out and hit the snooze button. Again.
By the time I finally get up, I’m hella late for school. And need gas.
Really need gas.
I stayed out way too late last night and didn’t want a gas purchase to show up on my credit card at three in the morning. The credit-card statement is one of the few things in my life to which my parents pay any attention.
Plus, if I stop for gas on the way to school I can get my coffee, too. Medium cappuccino, nonfat with sugar-free hazelnut, no whip.MoreLess
But I haven’t done that in ages.
Besides, it’s Thursday. And I hate ...Thursdays.
So when the alarm goes off again I reach out and hit the snooze button. Again.
By the time I finally get up, I’m hella late for school. And need gas.
Really need gas.
I stayed out way too late last night and didn’t want a gas purchase to show up on my credit card at three in the morning. The credit-card statement is one of the few things in my life to which my parents pay any attention.
Plus, if I stop for gas on the way to school I can get my coffee, too. Medium cappuccino, nonfat with sugar-free hazelnut, no whip.MoreLess
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