If am going to tell my story properly, I would like to start a bit further aback. Hoping to remember the stories, that are worth telling. Hmm, wondering where I should start from is actually a problem so this might not come out sequentially.
We were ready for school and we had gone down stairs
from the apartment we lived in to wait for our school bus to arrive. I did play
a little with my younger brother and found myself running back to the backyard
to get my lunch box where he kept it after I had hid his own first. On my way
back, I noticed that everywhere was quiet. Neither my sister nor my brother was
there. I was scared a bit and confused, thinking if something must’ve happened
to them. I said to myself, maybe they were joking with me and probably hiding
somewhere around the building just to know my reaction. I looked around the
possible places they might’ve hidden, then ran back to the backyard again to
make sure they weren’t fooling me but I couldn’t find anybody. I got more
scared and felt like crying as I realized it wasn’t funny anymore. Then and
there, it occurred to me that there bags and lunch box wasn’t there either. I
came back in front of the building thinking if the bus had come already or
what? They couldn’t have gone upstairs so I asked someone going inside the
building. I was heartbroken with the reply I got, my siblings had left for
school leaving me behind.
I stood there panicking for awhile thinking of what
to do or what to tell my parents who were still at home. Ahh !! this is too bad
for me to bear. I could smell the hot soup I was about to enter in no time. As
a small girl less than ten years, I found courage to go back upstairs to my
father’s house and deal with my issues. Honestly, standing there isn’t going to
do me any good rather it might make things worse, if my parents happens to find
me downstairs alone. When I entered the house, I first met my mom at the
varander and she was shocked seeing me so she asked what happened. I narrated
my story as I heard my dad shouting from his
bedroom, “who was that knocking”? My heart jumped
sinking into my stomach and kept beating heavily looking disturbed and thinking
of what will happen next to me. My mom
asked me to drop my bags and change my clothes since I won’t be going to school
that day then went on to answer my dad that I was the one. My dad raised his
voice from volume five to ten as he called for me in the sitting room to know
why I came back home. I walked slowly shivering with my hands clinging to one
another. He had asked why I didn’t go school while he searched for his cane in
his room. I stammered crying that the school bus had left me when I went to get
my lunch box from the backyard. My dad was obviously angry for my stupid reason
and probably wanted to teach me a lesson for my carelessness. He raised me with
my two hands clipped together and gave me an official ass whipping that I
didn’t forget. I cried my eyes out that day and it made me anxious about
defaulting.
