a clash of strong-minded (annabanana)
May 18, 2014 19:03:07 GMT -5
Post by arya on May 18, 2014 19:03:07 GMT -5
I woke up with a little toungue, with a rough but yet wet and smelly surface started carefully licking my chin. For me, this was no surprise. I gave of a bark, with an accusing undertone to signal my misspleasure to the little dog who was lying on my chest. With shame in his body and his tale between his legs he jumped out of the bed and crawled into his little lair. This disgusting form of alarm was bothering me more and more for each day. I had to train him better, my father was right. That dog was a pest, but that doesn't change the fact that he means the world to me. We had made an agreement a couple of years ago, that if he didn't get the proper training, that would be the end for him. While thinking of that, I realized that it was probably time to do something productive with this day. To be completely honest, a few seconds after that thought went through my mind, I knew as well as anybody else this was not the case. Not today, or any other day for that matter. The sun was already up and the light seemed strong. It had to be midday, at least. I already knew what was comming, a long lecture from my dear mother in, never, and yet never sleeping over. I'd always been kind of a slacker, but recently even I could agree that it was getting a bit out of hand.
With Crake, my little beloved dog closely following me, I forced myself out of bed. As I reached the kitchen, I prepared myself for the behavior-lesson I knew was waiting, and well-needed. As usual, my mother shook her head when I entered the door. I smiled politely, told her good morning and something about a beautiful weather. I knew it didn’t matter, but I might it was worth a try. As I began making my traditional breakfast bowl containing cereals and some milk, she began nagging. I didn’t pain much attention, because I already knew what was coming. Something about not taking responsibility, about not focusing and preparing for my future. It honestly didn’t matter what she was telling me, I wasn’t going to change anyways. I never quite understood why people found my ways of life so bothering, it honestly wasn’t even their problem to worry about. I finished my breakfast without even sitting down at the table, if I did, my mother would understand that I wasn’t listening. I had worked out my little strategy many years ago.
I walked out the door, wearing a pair of torn old jeans that fit me perfectly and a big grey t-shirt. I had always been very concerned about my look, but decided that the best look was the one who didn’t seem that way. I always tried to look casual, like I didn’t really care. Crake was still following me, honestly, he barely ever stopped. He developed a good sense for the district though, he always knew which paths to stay off and which was perfect for his little adventures. The sun was really shining perfectly today, you could feel the summer coming. I picked up a package of cigarettes from my pocket, the perfect way to seem cool without even trying. I lit one and started smoking as I was walking down the street. I had a special posture, I was always leaning forward a bit somehow.
I didn’t really plan out where I was supposed to go before leaving. I just had to get out of that house. My mother was always suffocating me with her nagging, as fast as I woke up and amazingly she could continue the second I fell asleep. I never quite understood how she never got tired off herself, but I’m an expert in not listening. My feet seemed to be taking me to the district square. None of my friends seemed to be at the square, but I sat down on a bench just to figure out my next move.
With Crake, my little beloved dog closely following me, I forced myself out of bed. As I reached the kitchen, I prepared myself for the behavior-lesson I knew was waiting, and well-needed. As usual, my mother shook her head when I entered the door. I smiled politely, told her good morning and something about a beautiful weather. I knew it didn’t matter, but I might it was worth a try. As I began making my traditional breakfast bowl containing cereals and some milk, she began nagging. I didn’t pain much attention, because I already knew what was coming. Something about not taking responsibility, about not focusing and preparing for my future. It honestly didn’t matter what she was telling me, I wasn’t going to change anyways. I never quite understood why people found my ways of life so bothering, it honestly wasn’t even their problem to worry about. I finished my breakfast without even sitting down at the table, if I did, my mother would understand that I wasn’t listening. I had worked out my little strategy many years ago.
I walked out the door, wearing a pair of torn old jeans that fit me perfectly and a big grey t-shirt. I had always been very concerned about my look, but decided that the best look was the one who didn’t seem that way. I always tried to look casual, like I didn’t really care. Crake was still following me, honestly, he barely ever stopped. He developed a good sense for the district though, he always knew which paths to stay off and which was perfect for his little adventures. The sun was really shining perfectly today, you could feel the summer coming. I picked up a package of cigarettes from my pocket, the perfect way to seem cool without even trying. I lit one and started smoking as I was walking down the street. I had a special posture, I was always leaning forward a bit somehow.
I didn’t really plan out where I was supposed to go before leaving. I just had to get out of that house. My mother was always suffocating me with her nagging, as fast as I woke up and amazingly she could continue the second I fell asleep. I never quite understood how she never got tired off herself, but I’m an expert in not listening. My feet seemed to be taking me to the district square. None of my friends seemed to be at the square, but I sat down on a bench just to figure out my next move.
