I woke up tired that Monday morning. The reason why, unknown to me. I simply knew that I was tired. Nothing more to it than that.
I ran my fingers through my hair, noting the roots to be on the oily side. I don't mind getting my hair washed. To be quite frank, I am indifferent to it. It taking hours for my hair to dry is the only thing that irks me.
I heard my abuela yelling in the distance for the rest of the household to get up. I promptly got out of bed and put on my clothes. The weather had been quite humid lately, so, basing my decision off of that, I made sure to chose attire that was breathable.
By the time I'd finished brushing my hair, I could have sworn that it'd gotten more oily. Odd.
I walked to the kitchen where my family rushed to get out of the house-- or, at least some of them. The males in the house always got to leave. I hardly ever did.
To be honest, I like it here. But, I also don't. It's weird like that.
They rushed, carrying their breakfasts with them out the door. And there I stood, waiting for every last one of them to leave before I got a chance at the breakfast.
"Buenos dias mijita."
"Buenos dias abuelita"
Abuela smiled.
"Hay, que gusto me da que estas aprendiendo el espanol"
"Mmhm, yeah" I muttered through a mouthful of oatmeal. My Spanish is okay. I think 'spanglish' best describes how I speak it in everyday interactions. I am better at writing and reading it---I think. I only speak it well if I've practiced.
"Mijita, go with your cousins en la sala y lee los libros que tu Tio compro. I will come by soon to check, so make sure you do it"
I got up, put my plate in the sink, and left for the living room-- leaving my abuela to drink her coffee and watch her novela. I did not go to the living room.
Instead, I walked back to the bedroom and grabbed the bag. I stuffed it in the belly portion of my tights. My clothes were loose-- so no one would notice a slight puff in that area.
I then tidied up, opened the window, and helped myself out. My dress caught on the windowpane, tearing it a bit. I should have been stressed. I should have been more hypervigilant. Instead, I was just annoyed--unfazed by virtually anything.
At last I made it out--and I saw them.
YOU ARE READING
The Un-People
Teen Fiction"If you didn't want me to leave, why did you teach me how to read? That was your first mistake. The second was teaching me how to write". When your value is determined by the ignorant, you're bound to feel out of place if you were among those with...
