~Hanging around~(open)

[kittyoemily]

Cleo Grey

The screaming had started again. This time it was early. This time I was still interested. Interested in what the screaming was about. Curious of if it is different than what my first guess would be that it is from. The first guess of what it always is. My parents fighting. Of course it hasn't change, and I know it probably will never change. Perhaps one day there will be a more logical reason, or maybe some how a stupider reason. Still I sneak out of my bedroom to watch for a bit. Try and figure out what could have started a fight this early in the morning. I wonder if I should get my other siblings up and out of the house, but instead I just sit and watch. I continue to watch and listen. Listen to their exchanges, notice their facial expression, notice neither of them noticing me. They never do. Not during their fights. It's nothing to be mad about, I can at least have something to watch other than the hunger games. That being said I regret that I can't ignore their screams and go to sleep.

I get bored after about fifteen minutes and I schooch back in my room. I look around for my shoes and find them fairly quickly. I look at my self in the mirror as I put on my shoes. My hair wasn't horrible today. Not exactly without tangle, but better than usual. I decided today wouldn't be the day that I brush my hair. Like I often do not. Brushing would just get it more messy, I justify to myself. School is not today. I further justify. Furthermore I don't care what I look like, I seal the deal. The deal that is made almost every day before I head out of the house. True, today was an earlier start, and really my hair will probably get much worse by the end of the day, but perhaps that's a reason to not focus on my hair. Why focus on my hair if it will only get worse? There is no sense. No sense at all.

After getting in my shoes, I get up off of my bed and reopen the door as quietly as possible. ( Which is quite quietly) I lift my feet up gently and place them one by one on the ground as I make my way through my door. I know I could probably be louder without my parents seeing or hearing me right now, but I also know that sometimes, once in a great while, this is not quiet enough. I turn around to shut my door quietly and then head for the other side of the room, to where the door to outside is. Once there I repeat my previous door opening and shutting. I make extra sure that it is quiet so as not to give my parents another reason to argue.

I start walking ahead, a lot less tense than I was before leaving my house. My eyes close once in awhile to let the early morning sun pour down on my face. It felt pretty serene for just early sun rays. Not many people out and about, my ears get to rest. My shoulders get to relax. Less people, less anxiety is my thought. I like people, I just don't get along especially well with people. Or they don't get along with me. Either way, me being out with less people is better for everyone. Perhaps I should find a tree to hide in today? I could go undetected with out having to show up to watch the hunger games continue. Plus I wouldn't be around nearly any one except the squirrels. I continue to walk non nonchalantly forward, unsure yet, what exactly I want to do. Completely unsure of my plans.


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