LoarnYZ
01-30-2015, 09:01 PM
It was a shiny and beautiful morning. A day at peace just like always is. Nothing to happen or expect and no worry about us. I woke up early in the morning and found my Pa beaking bread,
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked pointlessly what I already know to start a conversation, "are you baking bread?"
"You're goddamn right" and not a word was said by him later.
I cannot blame him. A child and one as me can be annoying and bothersome more often than not and patience is not something adquired but a virtue right? I have to buy some flowers on my way home lilies would be nice maybe that would help.
Ate as fast as I could to get away from home, rounding the house to avoid getting my shoes dirty by the mud that covers our entrance since yesterday (looks like black people melted down). Found my friend Sheila (sitting on a spike fence not really surprising because what a **** she is but what can I do I cannot do but be with someone and there's no people of my age here should I then be alone or what) happily smiling and singing a song which was heard often on the radio (to show my her awareness of the current fashion knowledge or whatever I guess that's because she dress like a clown). She greeted me in an obvious distant manner
"I'm fine, how are you today?"
"Mara-vello-sly! Mrs. sayd je kant lectu today an gave us da day of-ff!" she lied, "now come with moi to the jop so we can try us some cloth-sss!"
"Oh, I'll go in a sec. Let me please visit the church and pick up a few things for home" I lied, and she knew it. Polite like saying hello to someone you wish to stab in the eye with a fork, you say hi she says hi with a bad look and emotionless voice and the ones who stay gives the evil eye to the one who keeps walking because it's always so nice being polite.
Right next to the door the nun was waiting with a ruler on her hand, we're the only two female students (what a ridiculous use of this word since all we do is reciting countries capitals numbers and whatever all day long) and more often that not she found herself alone in the classroom with no one to teach (not surprisingly considering she has nothing to teach).
"Oh, hi Mrs. Marie! are you waiting for me?"
"Hello."
"What are we going to do today? I got some books from the library"
"Come in."
Not a very cheerful person, considering this woman hasn't seen a penis in the last eighty years (or maybe that's why she became a nun to have an excuse and say it was about faith and yada bla bla yada just like gay dudes became priests and have an excuse to not being married plus they get to stay with the kids all the time they want) I am not surprised, the poor woman, I bet Sheila could share a couple with her (that slut probably blow a couple already).
I went into the classroom for the lecture and sat still as she commanded, today it was about cursive handwriting again.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked pointlessly what I already know to start a conversation, "are you baking bread?"
"You're goddamn right" and not a word was said by him later.
I cannot blame him. A child and one as me can be annoying and bothersome more often than not and patience is not something adquired but a virtue right? I have to buy some flowers on my way home lilies would be nice maybe that would help.
Ate as fast as I could to get away from home, rounding the house to avoid getting my shoes dirty by the mud that covers our entrance since yesterday (looks like black people melted down). Found my friend Sheila (sitting on a spike fence not really surprising because what a **** she is but what can I do I cannot do but be with someone and there's no people of my age here should I then be alone or what) happily smiling and singing a song which was heard often on the radio (to show my her awareness of the current fashion knowledge or whatever I guess that's because she dress like a clown). She greeted me in an obvious distant manner
"I'm fine, how are you today?"
"Mara-vello-sly! Mrs. sayd je kant lectu today an gave us da day of-ff!" she lied, "now come with moi to the jop so we can try us some cloth-sss!"
"Oh, I'll go in a sec. Let me please visit the church and pick up a few things for home" I lied, and she knew it. Polite like saying hello to someone you wish to stab in the eye with a fork, you say hi she says hi with a bad look and emotionless voice and the ones who stay gives the evil eye to the one who keeps walking because it's always so nice being polite.
Right next to the door the nun was waiting with a ruler on her hand, we're the only two female students (what a ridiculous use of this word since all we do is reciting countries capitals numbers and whatever all day long) and more often that not she found herself alone in the classroom with no one to teach (not surprisingly considering she has nothing to teach).
"Oh, hi Mrs. Marie! are you waiting for me?"
"Hello."
"What are we going to do today? I got some books from the library"
"Come in."
Not a very cheerful person, considering this woman hasn't seen a penis in the last eighty years (or maybe that's why she became a nun to have an excuse and say it was about faith and yada bla bla yada just like gay dudes became priests and have an excuse to not being married plus they get to stay with the kids all the time they want) I am not surprised, the poor woman, I bet Sheila could share a couple with her (that slut probably blow a couple already).
I went into the classroom for the lecture and sat still as she commanded, today it was about cursive handwriting again.