# Algebra Equation: A Short Story

Decent Essays
The screaming and yelling echoed through our small, mobile home as I attempted to focus my thoughts and attention on my schoolwork. As I started the Algebra equations, my wooden door swung open, revealing my intoxicated, delusional mother. The look on her face was difficult to read, and there was no predicting what would happen next, even though I could almost see the anger flowing through her. Though she was speaking, screaming even, I didn’t hear a word she said. All I could think about was how much I needed to get out of here. Ever since my dad left, this has basically been the routine around here. I come home lock myself in my room and do my homework. I usually don’t eat, because we have no money for food due to all the alcohol.…show more content…
I began to run down the empty street, hoping I could find a place to sleep before morning. As I ran, I spotted an old, rickety shack. I approached the abandoned hut cautiously, unaware of its inhabitants. Only after I decided it was safe, did I push on the door as hard as I could, and it forcing it to finally swing open. The smell of pine straw and dust flooded my nostrils; making feel more comfortable than being at home with my mother, but I suppose that this was my home now. As I scanned the small space with my flashlight, a small shelf came into view. On it were about ten old books, and they were all classics. The yellowness of the parchment and dusty scent of the wonder-filled pages made this place feel a little more like a home worth living in. Dirt, leaves, and illegible papers littered the creaky wooden floor. A small, rectangular table sat in the corner of the one-room shack; it was going to have to be my new bed. I laid out my tattered sleeping bag unpacked the few items I had brought with me, and rested my aching body on the makeshift bed. As I gazed up at the cobweb covered ceiling, I began to wonder what tomorrow would throw at…show more content…
I hesitantly walked through the uninviting doors of the large building. Everyone says school is supposed to be a safe place, but that statement could not be farther from the truth. School is just another part of my daily routine; just an item to check off of my to-do list. My high school is so full of people, but it couldn’t be a lonelier place. I scurried out of the dimly lit classroom and into the cafeteria; where I sit by myself every single day. As I sat there doing my algebra homework, I began to let my thoughts wander. I don’t really have friends, but I do have people who sit back and judge me. They wouldn’t look at me the way they did if they knew what was really going on in my life. I wasn’t going to tell them; however, I don’t think would really care anyways. The sharp ring of the bell pinging around in my head snapped me out of my train of thought and urged me to move on to my next