(copy+pasted from google docs, so there are some missing italics :3) I walk home. It’s about two miles, but I walk. My bag feels like it gets heavier with every step, but that’s probably because I don’t really want to go home. It’s the only place I can really go, though. So… yeah. I walk up the long driveway, to what would technically be considered a mansion, but my parents are always saying that it’s too small to be one. It makes no sense, since literally every single house I’ve passed along the way is ten times smaller. When I open the door, I hear something shatter, like glass. I step inside and close the door behind me, slipping my shoes off and placing them on the rack. “Who’s there? Is that you, Adhira?” my mom’s voice calls from the kitchen. “Yes,” I say. I mean, who else would come to the house around this time? I walk into the kitchen after hanging my bag on one of the hooks by the door. Broken glass litters the floor, and my mother stands with a hand braced against the counter, tapping her fingers. That’s how I know she’s angry. “What?” I ask. “You made me break a glass. One of our three-hundred dollar ones.” She glares at me a little. “I didn’t do anything. All I did was walk through the stupid door. And you know that you can always buy another one, you’re stupidly rich.” “You know, that stupid door is part of the house that keeps a roof over your head! And if you didn’t know, we’re saving money.” “For what?” I ask. “Did you spend too much money on clothes again? If you weren’t so intent on buying useless things, maybe you wouldn’t have to ‘save’!” I almost shout. She points at the broken glass. “Clean it. I want this done before I come back out.” She turns toward her room. “Oh, so you want me to clean up the mess you created?” I actually shout this time. “You can’t really be that entitled, that you can’t clean up your own messes! You waste money all day, buying all the cool, useless things in style, that you only use once! And you can’t clean up a simple mess that you made!” “You do not speak to me that way!” She snaps. I throw my hands up in the air. “How do you want me to speak to you, then? In a way you don’t deserve?” I feel the buzzing more now, that strange, electric energy. Suddenly, there’s a small flash of light, and I yelp, surprised, and stumble back a few steps before looking where the light had gone. The flash of lightning that had sparked from my fingers had left a mark on the wall, where there is now a burning pile of towels. I rush forward, forgetting there’s glass on the floor. I wince, and hiss in a breath through my teeth, but I grab a pot and put it over the towels, hoping to suffocate the fire. I wait for a minute before pulling the pot away again, seeing what remained of the towels. “Oh look, you’ve ruined something else.” I glare over at my mom. Without saying anything else, she walks into her room and slams the door shut behind her. I pretty much stumble over to a chair. Glass hurts. Especially when it’s stuck in your feet. And you have to walk on it. I wince with pretty much every step. Anyway, once I remove the glass, I wipe away as much blood as I can and grab a broom. May as well clean up the dumb mess so no one else steps on it. Though, I am tempted a little to leave it so my mom can. It still hurts to walk, but I do my best to ignore the pain and sweep up the remainder of the glass. I leave the towels, though. My mom can at least clean those. I throw the glass into the trash and walk up the stairs and into my room. As soon as I open the door, a ball of fluff runs into me. I stumble back a few steps while smiling. It’s my Red Merle Australian Shepherd puppy, Scarlet. She barks once before sitting at my feet, staring up at me with wide amber eyes. Her tail whacks back and forth, sending dust into the air. I pick her up and carry her into my room, closing the door behind me. I set her down on my bed before sitting beside her. She rolls on to her back, her eyes begging me to pet her. I give in, petting her for a few minutes. I lay back, and she sits down beside me. Scarlet licks my face, and it’s only then that I realize the tears streaming down my cheeks. I don’t know when that started. Maybe when I stepped on the glass. Stupid. Staring at the ceiling, I continue to pet Scarlet. I don’t know how much time passes while I do, but when I look out of the window, the sun’s going down. I hear the front door open and shut. I sit up, knowing that my dad’s home. I stand and walk out into the hallway, peering down the stairs. I see my dad walk past the hallway at the end of the stairs and into the kitchen. I go down the stairs and follow. Before I even get into the kitchen, I hear him start shouting, since no one was there yet. “What is this mess?” he yells. ( continue to Notes + credits)
I hurry into the kitchen. From where I had stepped on the glass to the chair were footprints of my blood. I grab a towel and get it damp in the sink before crouching down and beginning to wipe the dried blood away. “What happened?” I hear my dad ask. I look up at him. “I just broke a glass. That’s all.” “What about that… that burn mark?” he asks. I don’t answer, still not fully sure myself. It had been my lightning that had done that, yet I’m still not sure why. Would it always be uncontrollable like that? Or would I be able to get it under control some day? I shake my head a little and continue to clean up. When I’m done, I toss the towel in the sink. It’ll be fine there. I turn back towards the hallway, deciding I'll go back to my room. “Where are you going?” “My room. Why?” It’s not like they’d want me in the same room as them. My mom, at least, won’t. I know that. “Nothing.” my dad says. I don’t move for a moment, then walk back up the stairs. Scarlet’s sitting in the doorway, and when she sees me her tail starts wagging. She jumps up and starts hopping around playfully. I smile and walk into my room, grabbing one of her toys off of the floor and waving it around. She jumps up and grabs it, trying to pull it away from me. After a moment, I let her have it and walk back over to my bed. I grab a book off of the table beside it and go over to my desk, sitting in the chair. I watch Scarlet roll around with the toy for a moment before opening the book. I’d only started it a day or two ago, but it was good enough that I was almost done with it. The room falls quiet around me, as Scarlet sits down and chews at the toy. The only noise is the whirring of the fan. I smile again and start reading.
