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Saturday morning. 9 A.M

Well, yeah, I'm used to wake up by this time during weekends. Certainly because I let my systems get indulged in an enjoyable slumber after spending hell-like times at school during weekdays. I'm not lazy as what you're starting to think now. Actually, everyone in the house admire me for being gumptious when it comes to household chores. Sorry I lied, not everyone admires me for that. I only get inspired to do those sweep-this-sweep-that chores when I had enough breakfast, otherwise, no. I'm not a spoiled kind of a child but it's just with only a single sweep, I feel like pushing heavy equipment with my bare hands. We are not rich and we are not poor, we're just in the middle. The family I am living with is actually not mine. The one that I call Mom ain't my mom, so as with the one I call dad. If I'm gonna base with the bloodline, then they're already my grandparents. This will be a long story to tell. To make it short, I'm a sum of a broken+family equation. I was adopted and taken care of a family where I actually don't belong. Fortunately, they love me as if I'm one of the members of their family, and I am so blessed with that. They're also the ones who taught me that 'Everything has a purpose", now you know. We are a Christian family, so that means no church absences during Sundays and weekly Bible studies every Saturday. I'm a 6th grade student, thinking I am young? Yes I am. So because I am young, my older brothers tend to buy me cereals, chocolates, toys, breads, cookies and many more. Sadly, not all the time, that's why I told you I'm not a spoiled child. Actually, they discipline me. There's a time when they told me not to go out because I had made a mistake that really broke something, literally. Asking what was that mistake? Well, I just made a wrong move to impress my friends that resulted to my mom's precious vase to be broken. What happened next? Well, my friends went home as I wait for my precious judgment as my mom stare at me angrily that she almost gnash her teeth. I have two punishments in mind. It's either a belt will hit my butt or I'll be confined in my room for 2 weeks. Unfortunately, the latter was given to me as a punishment. No play, no PlayStation, No Phones, No Movies, and Just Study. This is the punishment that I really hate. I'd rather be hit by a belt 20 times or more than to be untouched but being caged in like a bird. But as the youngest, I really can't do anything. But when afternoon came, when I sensed that everyone is asleep, I walked slowly and turned the knob so carefully in order that it'll not make a screeching sound. I feel like a robber every time I do this, really. When I was able to open and close the door silently, I walked quiet enough to go through the living room where mom and dad were sleeping. But, maybe heaven is not on my side, I didn't notice that my sister is watching me from me behind. "Where are you going?" my sister called in a loud voice loud enough to wake mom and dad. "Oh oh!" I said at the back of my throat. A robber caught in action. That was the time when I got a promo package. 20 belt strikes and 1 month full confinement. Kid's life you see. That's only one of the things I went through as a kid. To tell you, we live in a subdivision were tall grasses divide the spaces between houses. Our subdivision is currently not that civilized as you can see. Good thing is that, every morning, you can smell a fresh grassy breeze mixed with a hint of cow's dung, yuck. So this is my family, my house (our house sorry.), and my life inside the house.