I laugh at myself while sitting on the cold snow. My sister laughs behind me. The stupid binder throws me off balance as I try to stand up and I fall again. I continue to laugh. My sister pushes from behind when I try to stand again but the book in my other hand doesn’t allow for me to gain an equal balance and I fall again.
“Get up!” Victoria whines behind me. I roll my eyes and throw the poor book onto the snow. Using my now free hand, I push myself into a crouched position and from there all the way up. I grab the book from the snow and shove it into my sister’s hand.
“Hold this.” I mutter before wiping my pants off and finally crossing the street. My sister continues to chuckle behind me until we get to our father’s truck.
We stand to the side as he drives forward to give us room to get in. “Did you seriously fall again?” He roars in laughter when we enter the truck.
“No?” I question.
“The lady in the other car was laughing as well.” My sister comments. I feel my cheeks burst with color.
“Who wouldn’t laugh?” Our father comments. “She fell and couldn’t get up!”
“I could!” I argue.
“No, you couldn’t.” My sister pipes in. I roll my eyes and glance out the window, watching the scenery go by. Snow, snow, and more snow. How do they not expect to fall? My sister was pushing me from behind, I was unbalanced on both sides and my stupid boots lost all the friction they once had.
“Take your sister’s stuff and go inside.” My father orders me when we pull up into our driveway. “Victoria’s going to help me shovel the snow.”
Without another word, I hop out of the car and my sister does as well. “Here.” She hands me her stuff and goes to grab a shovel while I try to balance her binder, my binder and my book while trying to reach my keyes. When I finally get ahold of them I begin to walk towards the front door.
“I’m home!” I shout when I enter my home.
“Shut up!” My little sister yells back. “No one cares nor asked!”
I roll my eyes. Denise gets on my nerves all the damn time. “No asked you if you cared!”
Making sure no snow drips onto the floor from my boots, I put them on the mat and drop my sister’s binder onto the couch. I feel my phone vibrate from my back pocket but I ignore it. Using my free hand, I wipe as much snow as I can from my poor, dripping book. All that fighting I did against my English teacher to get the newer version only to let it fall into the snow. Sorry Ms. Sonya.
“Where are your shoes?” My mother scolds me when she comes into the living room and sees me with only my socks on.
Holding in an exasperated sigh I get up and gather my stuff before walking to my room. I make sure to hang my jacket on the hangers and put my hat and gloves in the bin my mother made sure to provide both my sister and I.
“What can I help you with?” I ask my mother when I enter the kitchen now changed out of my uniform and with my gray slippers on.
“Go do your homework.”
I don’t argue with her. My paper is due tomorrow and I don’t feel like failing Geography anytime soon.
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“Amelia!” Denise whines. “Give us the remote!”
“No!” I yell back. “I’m doing my homework. Go find something better to do!”
