I woke up that morning with the most annoying of headaches. It killed me, while taking every ounce of my energy, to get out of bed. My vision was blurred as all the blood rushed to my head, and it was as if I was about to black out. I sat back down on the side of my bed and tried to pull every thought of what was going on in my life. Ok. It’s Saturday, the third day of my summer vacation. I have three more months to enjoy before my last year in high school. I have no homework, nothing to do, and… I’m hungry. Suddenly all my attention was directed towards the thought of food. Not just the food, but the energy that came from food. I got out of my bed and pulled open my drawers. I pulled on some new jeans and an old t-shirt, one from, oh maybe two and a half years ago. It was one from some book that was never really cool. I figured if I wasn’t going anywhere, it didn’t matter what I wore. I slipped on my socks, since the hardwood floor in the kitchen always seemed to be cold. As I was opening the door, I stubbed my toe on something that was right in front of me, but I had no idea it was there, my old Euro History AP book from the year before. I realized I needed to put my glasses on, so I went to my bedside table, picked them up, and slid them into place. Much better, I thought.
I opened the door to my room, and expected the silence I knew I was about to face. I quickly looked to the left hallway; saw no movement, then the right, and no movement. Huh, my mom must not be home. Again. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen and sat down at the table, waiting for my breakfast to come to me. Then I remembered. My mom was gone. Hadn’t I just figured that out only seconds ago? I quickly got up, glad that no one was home to witness my embarrassment, and opened the fridge. I quickly searched through, and even quicker, deduced we had nothing of value to eat. All I could think about was having food in my stomach, and having it right now. I closed the fridge and went to get my shoes. On my way back upstairs, I passed my mother’s desk, and saw her wallet was still there. I grabbed a ten from it, and proceeded to move upstairs to get my shoes. I quickly put them on, grabbed a coat, and went back downstairs. As I was walking out the front door, I took one look back at the empty house. And I knew it was going to be a long and lonely summer.
I opened the door to my room, and expected the silence I knew I was about to face. I quickly looked to the left hallway; saw no movement, then the right, and no movement. Huh, my mom must not be home. Again. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen and sat down at the table, waiting for my breakfast to come to me. Then I remembered. My mom was gone. Hadn’t I just figured that out only seconds ago? I quickly got up, glad that no one was home to witness my embarrassment, and opened the fridge. I quickly searched through, and even quicker, deduced we had nothing of value to eat. All I could think about was having food in my stomach, and having it right now. I closed the fridge and went to get my shoes. On my way back upstairs, I passed my mother’s desk, and saw her wallet was still there. I grabbed a ten from it, and proceeded to move upstairs to get my shoes. I quickly put them on, grabbed a coat, and went back downstairs. As I was walking out the front door, I took one look back at the empty house. And I knew it was going to be a long and lonely summer.