Choosing paths

–it definitely needed a new coat of paint. I turned to my side and my eyes fell on my wardrobe–I nee

o get home. It was Saturday and they still had to go to work. By they, I meant my

high school last month and was going to check my mail today, my admission letter had arrived and

et better than that, call me crazy or not a serious minded student,

eo games and I wasn't the Barbie doll freak whatever. We kill zombies and fight wars

, my tummy decided for the both of us that I needed to get my ass

the looks of a guy than a girl except I do some

I swept, cleaned, did laundry, then I proceeded to clean the whole house or my version of arranging, it looked acceptable anyways

ed the dishes, swept... again, t

that was one of my hobbies. I could talk

Yes, I know, but I didn't really look it. I'm half Nige

ack and I was so excited–note the sarcasm. Hurriedly, I got up in an attempt to go hide in

e me dinner or better still wait for your mom to make dinner, you

dad. Honestly, I wonder where I would be

I took a step back. "I wonder how you went through high school and now

in my head. This was a typical conversation bet

tioned, snapping me out of the overdrama

id." Dry

onder all the time about the things you get from that mother of yours." He scowled. "I'm going ups

xits. My subconscious s

ing bad guys on my phone this time, while watching

efore you shoot right? Ha! now that's something to say before forty five.

ome?" Mom's voice almost

d to clutch my chest. "Do you want to kill me, w

though you have them, neither is it my fault that I have qui

he wants the house more spotless than it already is and he wants his food ready before he

our dad something to eat and then we can che

odd

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't that I hated cooking–on the contrary; I loved it, I j

w how they view women in some tribes, so I coun

t how it all just seemed to rhyme and we communicated perfectly, silence while eating was a strong suit i

o get the letter already." My mo

than basking in silence,

and why she needed to be in there, but u

sual, but who cared? He was always sou

and back with my glow intact. I took in a deep bre

nny?" Mother inquire

ne word stands out. I stopped breathing at some poi

pat. "Our neighbor's daughter didn't even get in and she

ut him off with

nd took much neede

's brows knitt

look at the letter yourself if

ent!" My mom screamed, while she hug c

ing to kill me before I even get in."

ink you aren't my baby anymore, but sorry bun bun, y

win, but I need

morning," she said, placing me down on

spring in my ste

uldn't even wipe t

definitely goi