Max Maroe
My alarm blares at 5 o'clock. I immediately got up to change. I toss on a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, nothing special.
I walk into the bathroom me and my older brother share. I take a pick to my dark, short, curly hair. I move back to my room to make my bed.
I toss the two pillows I have to the side. I pull the sheets and covers tight as if I were in the military. I evenly put the pillows on the bed.
The clock now shows 5:15. I have 15 minutes left. I check my phone just to see, I have a notification from my ex, Macie. I agnore the text and plug my phone so it's at 100%.
I get my backpack ready. Computer, notes, two pencils, and my key. I head down stairs quietly, trying not to disturb my step mom.The stairs creaked as I walked from the staris into the kitchen.
I see my dad in the make-shift gym we have in the garage. I turned to look in. It was perfectly quiet except for the moving meatle from the machines my dad was using.
"You better get your exercise in now. You won't have time after school. Your mom is going to pull you out early today." His deep voice almost echoed across the double garage.
"Kendral is not my mom." I say as I walk up to the machine next to him.
"I am your dad, and she is my wife. She is your mom." His teeth rubbing against each other.
"Step mom," I interrupt. He stops mid set. Tension filled the room. He breathed heavily and left the room. "You better get breakfast befoes its cold." A chill was sent down my spine. I gathered my thoughts.
I walked back into the kitchen. There, my dad sat at the head of the table, Kendral to his right, my brother to his left. Me, I was forced to sit across the table by no one, right in the eye-line of my father.
"Eat," He said after he saw I was just pushing the food to the side. "But I'm allergic to eggs." I could tell he wanted to say something, but he wouldn't dare in front of his wife. He took a pause.
"Fine, you can eat some of the cereal we have." I got up from the table and grabbed the cereal box. "Um, we've had this cereal for over a year." This was my dad's breaking point. He jumped out his seat, his eyes meeting mine. He threw his fork at me. I was able to dodge it, but I wasn't able to dodge his glare. He grabbed the box from my hand and poured the cereal in the trash. "If you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Now go, you'll be late for school!" I run up to my room to grab my backpack. As i'm running back down, I aviod my dad. I slam the front door, forgeting to lock it.
