I didn't want to leave quite yet. I wasn't ready to go home. I didn't want the children, or the yelling, or the endless dinners I was about to make because no one would eat the same god damn thing. I propped my feet up where he was sitting just minutes ago and pulled up my music. Alexander Hamilton or teen pop radio? May not sound like a hard choice but I was a bit of a nerd. I clicked on Alexander Hamilton, took a quick sip of my coffee and pulled up a book. The cellar quickly appears on my phone, and I scrolled to the page where I had left off. Poppy and Heather were fighting. Again. I kinda related. Nothing could go my way. Hell I couldn't even get my siblings to eat the same god damn food. What was I doing here with a boy? I was going to be dead. I slouched further down in my seat, debating wether I should move to the corner where no one could see me. I decided against it and just read. At least the fictional world didn't suck as bad as my life did at the moment.
