Drunken Mothers

So, on Thursday, I had to go sing the National Anthem with the choir at the football game at Arbor View. I had called my mom a couple days before that to insure that I got a ride to and from school that day. She promised to me that she will take me and pick me up after the anthem was over.

So I'm at her apartment around 3 o'clock P.M. I'm just sitting, waiting for it to be a half hour until 7. So I decide to take a nap to kill time. I wake up to the sound of the front door opening, my bird squawking, and my mother wobbling to her room.

She was drunk

As she was stumbling to her room, she tells me that I had to find another ride to school and back. I told her that she promised me that she would take me. She said, 'That's too bad.'

So I told her, 'Whatever, don't take me.' And I layed back down. When I did, she started to lock the front door and set the alarm. I told her that I still had to be taken home. She said, 'Why can't you just take the bus to school from here.'

I told her, 'I have no fresh clothes, no backpack, no hair straightener, no alarm to wake me up.' She would not get that through her head. She kept on repeating that same question over and over and over again. Until she said, 'Then start walking home.'

So I did.

I barged out the door, and walked all the way to my dad's house. It was pitch black out and I could barely see where I was going. So I turned on my Owl City playlist on my iPod and sang the whole way home. By the time I had finally gotten home, it was almost 10 o'clock PM. I had left at nearly 7. My feet were sore, my legs were tired, my stomach hurt, I was dehydrated. I collapsed on my bed. I had walked over 6 miles.

I realized alot of things during that walk.
One of them is to never give up.