ss the empty home. I dragged my feet into the kitchen, sighing. I had hoped my parents would be ho

ork. I used to eat in the kitchen, but it made me feel even more lonely when

rent's bedroom was on the ground floor, while my brother and I shared an upper bedroom. The

was in the center of the room, against the wall, facing the television. My two nightstands are just next to it.

closet. I couldn't get myself to care about anything except e

on my bed, my phone, and the remote. N

kshake. Friends have always been one of my favorite shows to watch. I remember goin

e it a point to get home from work on time, seldom worked wee

ore often and did not return home for supper frequently. They informed us one day that

I believe they thought they could take more shifts now that

saving lives and doing good in the world. My folks did sometimes contact me and give me

hold extravagant parties and do whatever they pleased. It was sometimes great not to be as

them when my home seemed too empty. They made my life a little simpler and a little more in

thing I wanted was to have such dismal thoughts at this hour of the night. G

scared me. I panted as I ran back up the stairs and slammed my door shut behind me. I ne

use of my unexpected time boost, I'm ahead in numerous topics. Therefore, I d

ng more than to wash and lounge in my PJs before night. One

me the belief that if I wanted to be anything, I had to perform well in school and obtain straight A's. My brother and I were alwa

d or Yale rather than the military. He didn't want to follow in their f

oking at my phone, knowing there would be nothing. At the very least, tomorrow was Friday, and I'd have the whole weekend to myself. An