The back door was still locked. My mother must have been too lazy to open it.
The cold breeze blew the wrong way while I was walking to the front door. Why wrong? Because it blew in my face, the same way it did the whole ride to home.
As I opened the door I somewhere hoped my babies were in the kitchen. They're so cute when they cry.
But there was nothing. Not even the sound of their tiny little feet coming towards the kitchen, or running down the stairs. I closed the door behind me and let my bag fall.
A glance in the mirror, my cheeks, nose and ears were red from the freezing cold.
How come I'm one of the probably few who makes homework at school?
My grades are probably the lowest, but atleast I do my homework.
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