Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 Stella tossed the socks onto the bed. She wished that she could throw the socks at her parents, tell them to shut up, but cotton just doesn�t make that much of an impact. When would her parents stop fighting? Why did they have to fight on this night of nights? She could understand if they were fighting on Friday, when the paychecks came in, but this was ridiculous. There was no reason why they should be fighting. Rent wasn�t due for another 2 weeks and the car payment was paid up until the end of the year. They were about an hour away from leaving for the airport, headed to Washington, Dc, where they were going to spend Christmas break. Her parents had decided that the family needed a much-needed break from the pressures that had begun to amount in their daily lives. They didn't know anyone in that area, but her parents were quick to suggest that Stella and her sister make some friends and get outside more. It didn't seem to faze them that the family really couldn't afford to be making a trek up north, but Stella wasn't going to be the one to point it out. She was putting in her time, counting down the days until she could move out, move out and leave this family behind. A family that she didn't belong to, and which she didn't quite fit into, anyway. Stella was well aware of the stares she received at school, but then again, it's hard to fit in when you are Korean and your parents are white. It's not like Stella was ashamed of her family, but there were definitely times when they drove her nuts. There used to be a time when she would try to help them out, be there for her parents and sister, but she had long ago stopped doing that. Bad enough to feel like an outsider at school, but to catch the subconscious jabs at home was even worse. Only one more year and she would be out of the house, headed to New York City to pursue her dream of dancing. Outside the window a movement caught her attention. A moment later a rock came sailing through her window. When she bent to pick it up, she heard a giggle, and then the sounds of someone running away. 13:56 - 11.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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