When I slammed the front door shut with a bang, I turned around to see my mother standing there, arms crossed with that what-the-hell-were-you-doing look on her face.
“I can explai—”
“Explain what? The fact that you went somewhere without telling me? Or maybe you can explain why your sister was still in her third grade classroom at 5:00?”
I totally forgot about picking up Kayla, oh Jeez, there goes my life. “Mom, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about her!”
“Oh, now you’re forgetting your family!”
“No, it was just once!”
“Then it turns into twice, then three times, and so on.”
“Macy, you know we can’t afford the afterschool program everyday, so you’ve better get it straight.”
“Okay.”
I looked down at my untied Converse sneakers, I hated my home life, so…
demanding.
My mother stopped before leaving the room, then in a cheery voice said “Oh, yeah, honey, I got you a job interview tomorrow, okay? Don’t forget.”
I frowned for the first time that day.