Homework.

It's been a couple days now.

Homework, homework, homework.  I swear I don’t want another page of it. Not one bit of it. I’ve had enough for the past few days to last me a life time. Every day, hours of it; hours! It’s madness! I mean, are we supposed to be slave rats or something?

 

I can’t take it really. The stress is making me buckle in bit by bit. I haven’t even been able to write on this because of how busy I am. I snuck it on the bus, and I’m keeping myself awake to be able to write it. My handwriting must be pretty messy since this stupid bus keeps moving around.

 

But enough of that, let’s see what I had to do last night. I had 6 hours at least, 6 hours; of homework. All for different classes too; I managed to get it all done, but literally had no energy afterwards. Plus, since I seem to be “addicted” to my homework I’m termed useless. Really, I started crying yesterday because of it.

 

Daddy’s fault really, I know I left off where he’d just arrived. That wasn’t a good night. Not at all; him and mom fought all night and the yelling was scary. I wanted it to stop, and he didn’t leave. He stayed. I had objections to it, but I couldn’t voice them in fear of the worst happening. You’re probably wondering what’s so bad that I couldn’t you tell.

 

You wouldn’t want to know, I’ll just say that. Momma was already bad enough with her slaps, degrading, and pushing around. Dad was, all in all, worse to an extreme that… well as I said you’d rather not know. Of course it spikes your curiosity more to hear that and not know, but for now I will not tell you what it is that he does that’s so bad.

 

I’m really trying to remember if I had more homework, because I’m toast if I forgot it. I don’t think I did, and yeah that 6 hours really doesn’t cover how much homework I’ve been getting. I really do think it should be illegal to hand out that much homework. I can’t imagine the people who do sports and all that. They must not have any time whatsoever to do anything, or they spend their nights up ‘til like 2am finishing it. Which is crazy.

 

Teachers are always telling us to wake up in class and all that. I wonder if they know what we go through at home. That maybe, maybe we didn’t sleep that night because we had to help our parents off the sleep because they were too drunk. Or maybe there was something you had to do that was important. It’s called we do have extra-curricular activities (not like I participate anyways).

 

Maybe someone should get it across to them. Don’t you think? Because I sure as hell know this isn’t getting easier on me. I’m dozing off as it is, and I don’t want to go to school. It may be complaining, but I don’t care. I’m too tired to really care about anything.

 

So I think I’ll cut this one short, or at least I think it’s short. I can’t tell, but anyways; nap time on the bus. And since I’m sick of telling you I won’t tell you my name, just consider I won’t now. I’m out.

Author's Note

I've been slacking. Really.