I am a living organism that exploits food, clothing, and space. In return, I create messes and a hub of sadness for my parents. Let me start from the beginning...
I wake up at 8 am when I could've woken up at 6 am. I eat breakfast and put away the dishes and milk, but I forget to put the cereal away. Oops. I walk upstairs silently to maintain the silence for my baby brother, but I stepped on one of the many toys scattered across the house. The baby wakes up. Oops. I head to my room to complete my homework, practice my project for the science fair, and submit my papers for extracurriculars. But, the neighbor next door made it to Harvard. Oops. I start the vacuum to clean the entire house, but I didn't unload the dishwasher. Oops. I look at my phone, staring at the girls that went to a restaurant to have fun with their friends, but my mom walked by and I wasn't studying. Oops. I open my ACT score. I got a 35. But, my best friend got a 36. Oops. I play tennis for two hours and return to eat food, but I wasted 3 hours, and have only studied for 6 hours today. Where will I get in life? Oops. I head downstairs to talk to my parents, but I'm only wasting time. Oops. At 2 am, I finished writing the essay due next month, but I forgot to turn the lights off. My dad mumbles, "How useless of a child. Should've never had children. She can't do one thing right. It must've been my bad fate or horrible deeds of my previous life..."
Then, I start the next day. The goal of each day is to not shed one more tear. Only, 355 days till I move out on my own money. I can wait. I have to wait.
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