Really awkward story time.
So this morning my sister and I were getting all ready for school, uniforms: check, bag: check, assignments: check, etc. so I run upstairs to brush my teeth and lo and behold this noise from my parents’ bedroom. My father’s downstairs, in fact, he’s taking the trash out. However, God knows what name my mother is moaning in their room, but it’s probably the name of her ex-girlfriend, whom she’s been talking to lately (that woman can burn in hell, I hate her more than I hate crowds). She’s quiet and I’m not fond of disturbing my mother because god knows what kind of consequences that could bring. So I head downstairs, finish cleaning up, and now she’s getting loud, like I can hear this woman clear as day from our kitchen. In fact, my dog ran up the stairs to see what was going on, even though I had peanut butter for her. My younger sister, unbeknownst to what’s going on above her, is fitting her assignments into her bag. And I, I can no longer take it. So amidst my other dog licking peanut butter off a spoon, my sister’s bag being zipped, and the sound of my dad pulling the trash can along our driveway, I shout, “MOM WE’RE STILL HOME” and it came out sing-songy and louder than I normally can muster and it was suddenly dead silent, save for my dog licking peanut butter off a spoon, and my sister took her dandy time getting ready so we were there for an extra six or so minutes of awkward silence.
So yeah a little unprepared for whatever’s going to happen when she picks us up from school.