Mommy Iris

This is about how I feel sometimes.

I walk home from school glad to get away from there.

Away from all the preppy girls that only talk about hair.

Away from the disapproving eye.

Into my sanctuary made for me, myself, and I.

I walk into the house and there is no one to be found.

My sister wasn't here yet but she would soon be around.

Mom then yells from the bathroom and I sit to relax.

Next time before I get relaxed, I should get all the facts.

My mother leaves for work at four. 

She tells me of her departure as she runs out the door.

I stand at the window and watch her go to her job.

With each step she takes only makes my heart throb.

I turn around when she is out of view.

I take a look at the house and see what I have to do.

The laundry needs taken out and the dog needs a bath.

My sister's room is messy...the least she could do is make a path.

I shrug my shoulders and start running the water.

Thats the time when I get complaints from my mom's other daughter.

She cries out about food as soon as she walks into the door and how she will pass out.

I get around to making her food so she wont pout.

While I get the food done, I get the wet clothes in the dryer. 

At least I can practice my singing parts for show choir.

The dog is now clean and the dishes are done.

I get to finally sit down and watch Netflix...Fun!

The back door opens and heavy boots come in.

My name gets shouted and shivers run though my skin.

My stepdad is home and had a bad day.

He points to the dishes that my sister didn't put away.

He says nothing else and lugs himself to the couch.

I know to stay away from him when he is a grouch. 

I get him some pop and stay in the dinning room.

I cringe when I smell that all too familiar fume...

I shake my head and check the time.

Just as soon as I do, my sister comes to me with the normal, "Make me food" chime.

I role my eyes and check the pantry.

Its almost empty quite frankly.

I find some hamburger helper and start to make dinner.

This stuff isn't good for you and it definately wont help me in my quest to become thinner.

The food is done and the others are happy.

By the time I get to get into bed its nine thirty...crappy.

I think about my homework but thats all that I do about it.

I lay there and I think about the days that I get.

My sister comes into my room and asks me to tuck her in.

Mommy Iris to the rescue...again.

Author's Note

A short story. Could be a poem since in rhymes and what not :P Some of the rhymes are a bit of a stretch but its a story don't forget.

Reviews

[Bound In Red]

I know the feels bro...

[- - -]

I sorry Jessy Jes...you shouldn't have to play mommy, or go through that...

[♋ Iris ♋]

Its fine tho. i am getting used to it.

[Kitten]

I like this. I'm sorry all this is out on yew.. But it's a really good write.

[♋ Iris ♋]

Thanks bro. at least it gives me inspiration ^_^

[Kitten]

Yeah.