So, without the church’s food, her kids simply didn’t eat. No, she chose to sell her food stamps instead. I’d heard my mom try to turn her out once, but she wasn’t one to run tricks to buy her drugs like my mom. I stopped going to the donation centers though when I saw one of the other moms from my trailer park, who was there with her youngest kid, get turned away for lack of goods. The one extra box of semi-stale cereal or a jar of canned jelly to go with the cheap Peter Pan peanut butter would honestly make my day, and sometimes my month when a spoonful of each was what held me over at home until the school days where I’d eat free meals in the cafeteria. Being a kid all alone in a line full of mostly adults, their bleeding hearts felt bad and they’d give me more than the others, something they thought would brighten my eyes a little. I was always the one to have to go down on donation days. The only thing that didn’t come expired was the milk, when we were lucky enough to get it. Nothing in my house ever lasted long enough to get old, but everything that came from the church was a solid week or more past the ‘best by’ or expiration date. It’s not like I’ve never eaten old or expired food that people claim is still good. I’m pretty sure they’re covered in freezer burn, but I go for it anyway.
I scan through all their fresh ingredients and weird worded foreign shit I’ve never even seen before, let alone tried, digging out an old pack of Eggos. And I sure as shit couldn’t care less about going, so I head into the kitchen to try and find some kind of food I can make on my own. That happened so much faster than I anticipated.Īfter an hour of sitting on the couch, waiting for at least one of the boys to come down, it’s clear not one of them plans on going to school today, all three are likely burnt out after the last few days with little to no chill time. Perkins said he got a transfer form on his desk today.
I throw myself back on the mattress, sucking in a lung full of air. They lock themselves inside, so I do the same. Thankfully, they seem just as damn done with the day as me.Ĭaptain heads straight for the house, dinner is skipped, and everyone moves for their own rooms. I’m not even sure I could flat out lie to their faces when it came down to it. My stomach turns as anxiousness begins to grow inside me.Īny time now they’ll start in, demanding answers, and no matter how many times I’ve played out the conversation in my head, preparing myself for possible questions and coming up with preplanned answers, none of them are believable. Once we’re all seated, they take a few deep breaths before turning the engine over. They slow their steps enough for me to catch up and together we head for Captain’s Denali. All three sets of eyes zone in on me, making sure I’m still where they left me.
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