Simply My Life, Chapter TwoThe worst thing about having a father that is usually around when I come home from school is that he would like to talk. Sometimes, I would just like my own privacy and prefer secrecy. He always wants me to elaborate on how I'm feeling; such is the case when I arrived back from a day at the shopping centre with my friends.Simply My Life, Chapter Two
He was sipping his lemon tea, smugly reading the newspaper while commenting on how late I was in arriving back home. I did not seem to be concerned at all, shrugging this off while The All-american Rejects blared on my MP3 player. He scolded me, and told me twice to take off my headphones from my ears before co
Simply My Life, Chapter OneThe weekend was over. The clock rang 7:45 AM, and I leaned over to tap my radio alarm clock before it started to blare out from the speakers. I groaned, unhappy that another school week had begun with the beeping of the alarm. I slowly began to roll out of bed, nearly tripping over my night table and into my pile of books. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, blinking a few times before yawning and stretching my tense back. I quickly threw on some clothing, before picking up a random book from a shelf.Simply My Life, Chapter One
I read over the title, as meticulously boring as I was. "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich," I mutter, strangely fascinated by th
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