Chapter 2. Homework

After twenty long minutes, I stepped off the torture device they called a school bus. I waved to the bus driver and took in a deep breath of fresh air. No wonder I was the oldest kid on that bus. My fellow seniors were smart enough to drive themselves. I shuffled my feet along the sidewalk and turned into the driveway. I had to dig around my backpack for the obnoxious pink keychain I chose when I was like twelve.

"Mo!" I yelled into the empty house. I shrugged to myself when she didn't come to the door. I threw my keys into the bowl and ran up the stairs. I kicked my door wide open and dramatically fell backwards onto the bed. "I survived my first day." I loudly announced to no one. I sighed, and decided to stop lazing around. I sat up and reached for my backpack, resolved to actually being a productive little student.

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Yeah...., that didn't last very long. I spun my desk chair again, just to see how long I could keep it up. So far my record was eight seconds. I put my foot down and stopped my spinning. "What am I doing?" I asked aloud. "I have to focus." I nodded my head and went back to work.

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I worked really diligently on calculus. So diligently, in fact, that I never saw the monster as it was creeping up behind me. My head was bent over my math book, I didn't notice when its claws came into my room. It crept closer and closer, silently jumping onto my bed, and getting ready to pounce onto my desk. It landed on my desk with a quiet "Meow". I jumped in joy and surprise clapping my hands like an excited little kiddo* at Christmas.

"Monster! I was wondering where you went, Mo!" I moved my chair backwards slightly and patted my lap, smiling the whole time. "Here kitty!" Monster stepped off of my desk onto my lap and curled up there, quietly purring when I scratched her ears. "Awwww, I love you so much Mo! Yes I do!" I squeaked in a really embarrassing baby voice. Good thing you people couldn't hear it. I mean, what people*?

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I can't do this anymore. I shut my history book, putting my notes in as a bookmark, and dramatically sighed and stood from my desk. To whoever invented homework: How dare you sir. It is a monstrosity to the human race and should promptly be eliminated.

On my little self given break, I decided to leave my cage and go downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and ran a hand along the counter. Let us see, what mess do I wanna make today? So I did when I always do when I can't make a decision. I walked to the kitchen bookshelf that held all the recipe books, held my hand above the desert section, and closed my eyes. I ran my hand along a few book spines and pulled out the fifth one. I opened my eyes and saw the book, "meh" I said out loud, "yeah I don't think so." I returned the book and pulled out the one next to it, "cookies, perfect".

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I brought my homework down to the dining room so I could hear and see the oven. I've started too many fires to not watch it.

Bright side, I finished all my homework. Down side, now I'm stuck literally watching a clock run itself out. I started keeping time, tapping every second, then I tapped twice, and started making a little rhythm on the cover of my science binder. I added in some air guitar, which morphed into "Hungry Like the Wolf". "Be do do, doo do do do do. Dark in the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, Earth is afire. Do do do (you get the point, I'm not putting all the 'do's into my monologue)." I perfectly sang all the lyrics into my pencil, for my adoring audience of Monster, who looked at me like I lost my mind. I got to the chorus and heard the front door open, I knew it was just mom so I kept singing.

"That's a nice song" She commented as she put her bag in the office. She came right back and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. "Are you making us cookies?" She asked me from the sink.

"No, I'm making me cookies, you and dad will have to fend for yourselves." She rolled her eyes at me, but smiled. "Oh no, where would we be without the nutritional value of your cookies." This is the source of my sarcasm.

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Author's Note

Those asterisks are there because I have little notes about those lines. About the word "kiddo", my best friend refers to little kids as "kiddos" so I just stole that from her vocabulary. I know she won't press charges though 😂. 

And for "what people?" I just wanted to say: Gasp, the fourth wall has been broken!