Only five minutes left of school.
I dread for it to end.
I don’t wanna go back home.
With the cabinets bare of food.
Cobwebs growing like mold in the corners.
Only four minutes left of school.
My parents will be passed out on the couch.
As long as they don’t wake up I’ll be okay.
I just need enough time to do my chores.
Only three minutes left of school.
But I’ll also have to take care of Charlie.
She’ll be crying in her crib when I get there.
I’ll have to make sure she gets her bottle.
Then she’ll need changed of course.
Only two minutes left of school.
I’ll have to make sure she stays quiet.
They don’t like when she cries too loud.
They say she was their “mistake child.”
I wish I could just take her and leave.
Our parents wouldn’t care.
Only one minute left of school.
They’d be happy we were gone.
I don’t know where we’d go though.
But for now, I have to go back to my so called “home.”