28 April 2012
I yawned, stretched, and slowly began to walk toward my bedroom door, dreading the prospect of facing my parents so early in the morning. "Maybe I can sneak by them." I thought! As I was creeping along the hallway, I heard the familiar call of my mom's voice, "JONES! GET OVER HEAR!" I hung my head, and shuffled my way into the kitchen. There I received a 25 minute lecture on my various flaws, imperfections, screw-ups, and mistakes. Ouch. She just doesn't understand. She doesn't get how I am only 14 years old, I need time to grow and figure myself out! She just doesn't understand....
The Road Pt. 2 • Opuss № I