No Hope for Redemption

No Hope for Redemption

It was the completely worst day of the most totally worst time I had ever experienced in my short totally disastrous life. When I walked out of the school it was just pouring. There was at least three inches of water covering every visible surface. The wind was howling and the rain drops were stinging my face as I tried to hide it inside my hoodie. I stood in the downpour getting completely soaked to the skin as I morosely watched my fellow students climb onto the bus. “Yeah, no bus ride for you Terri Bruton”, I said to myself. I had been permanently relieved of my bus privileges a couple of weeks earlier. “Damn! I hate that old bag.” I shrugged my shoulders and put my best don’t give a damn look on my face as I sauntered past the driver I threw down my cigarette and exclaimed “Hey! Look at that!” When she looked I flew both my middle birds’ right at her and laughed over zealously. I pulled myself up straight for a second then turned into the wind for my very long, cold and wet walk home.
There had never been a storm that bad since I had moved to California. As I walked my body grew cold and numb. I remember feeling just as cold and as numb inside. I couldn’t help thinking of all the bad things that were happening to me and I knew when I finally got home it wouldn’t be happy and warm. No, it would be cold and empty and grey just like the day, just like my heart and my soul. Right then my duck tapped moccasin shoe completely gave out and now I had one barely there shoe and a holey sock. I lost it. I threw them shoes, I cussed I screamed I stomped, all the while bawling uncontrollably. Of course, right then, my cheap eel skin purse decided to throw in the towel also. I threw back my head and cursed the Lord and all of his creation with every single filthy word in my repertoire.
I started with the Lord, but ended with my mother. She is the reason for all this. She was the reason my dad was in the hospital. The reason my brothers and I had nothing to eat. The...

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