"Cora get down here!" My mother slammed her spatula on the kitchen counter with clear impatience, "I'm coming mama!, I'm getting Chase dressed!" I whine from upstairs rushing to even get myself dressed.
I'm Cora Hurman, a 17 year old senior in high-school, I'm 5'10, long curly black hair that reaches my butt,
I have jade green eyes, and I'm a brown skined girl.
I have a younger brother and sister Chase and Sinit, I'm the oldest so all the responsibilities go to me which is the biggest bummer of my life.
I'm currently getting ready for school with 2 crying siblings and a screaming mother who can't understand I'm not Buddha with 8 arms and can't multi-task getting myself ready and my siblings ready.
"Cora don't make me come up there!" her shout travels like lighting, I can practically see the smoke coming from her ears.
"Mom Sinit won't stay still!" I say genuinely starting to tear up because I'm angry at my mom because she can't just shut up and let me dress my siblings in peace.
"Just get ready I will dress your siblings!" I heard her stomping up the stairs like she's she-hulk and I leave my siblings and go dress up because your crazy if you think I'm going to school with frizzy hair, a power-puff girls tank top, and booty shorts.
I dash to my room and I Immediately pick something decent which was a true religion pants and a Vintage Jesus shirt.
after I put those on I sit down and do my hair which is a full time job itself because long hair is not easy to deal with but I made it look stunning on me in under 5 minutes,
don't burn me on the stake it's not witchcraft I promise.
I put on my jewelry which is just a bunch of bagels and hoop earrings then I put on my Jordan's and I was ready to go,
I come out and see my mom fighting Chase literally,
Chase was clawing at her face and giggling like a maniac while my mother was trying to pry him off.
"Mom I'm heading to the bus." I say looking at her but she didn't even respond just kept her little tug of war with baby Satan like I didn't exist.
I turn around and walk downstairs because her not responding to me is a daily thing and it doesn't bother me, I think.
I look at the food she prepared, a 3 portion meal for her and my younger siblings,
Typical.
I walk out the door feeling a sigh of relief come out of my chest as I walk to the bus.