A Dragon's Life 09.12 (Anger)
#6 of A Dragon's Diary
A Dragon's Diary
Today started out normally. As usual, I was reading till late at night, and woke up late, and was late to class. I thought I was going to miss class, as it normally took 1 and half an hour to get to college, but thankfully, the wind was strong today, and I didn't miss class. I was 30 minutes late, though.
There wasn't anything really mentionable in class, so I'll skip that part. Nothing was special enough to mention on my way from class as well. Well, except for the fact that I took the subway, as I was tired. Subways are usually taken by young hatchlings or old Wyrms who are so old that they cannot fly, but I took it nonetheless. I just slept on the subway anyways.
So, when I reached my home cave, I got some more rest, then got up and went to a café. I needed to restudy what I've learnt today. I'm aiming for the scholarship after all.
When I was studying my ass off, my sister came. Just as I was about to ask why she was here, my phone rang. I looked at the caller, and it was my mom. Thinking there will be some kind of connection between the two, I answered the call. She told me to get the bag from my sister and bring it back to home. What a fucking horrid time to say that. I'm saying this as I was quite mad at the time, as I asked my mom to buy me a stapler for a few weeks, and she didn't and I had to buy one. I really needed one as I had to submit my work and I had to staple a few papers together. The stapler was damn expensive, as it cost ten bucks, and I only had 30 bucks in my pocket. That was literally all I had. I was only able to go to the café as I had some money reserved there.
So I got my sister's bag, and fumed. I still finished my work, though, as I tried and succeeded in concentrating. After I did all the work, I was still fuming. I've never been able to go out and play when I was a dragonet with my bag still with me, and now my sister's just dumping her bag to me with mother's permission and going out to play? WTF?
My anger was more towards my mother than my sister. My sister has faults, yes. But she's still a dragonet, and could make mistakes. But my mother, she's over 60, but she doesn't know how to deal with dragonets. She says that she's not making any easy paths for my sister, but the way I see it, she's making plenty. My sister's allowance is already a huge difference with me when I was her age, even considering the inflation, and my mother's making all kinds of excuses to help her. I once asked her to print a report I had to submit when I was 11th year in school. I was in such a hurry, that I asked her. She just said that she doesn't know how to use a computer, and thus, I was late. And I believed in that. But now, she's printing all kinds of stuff for my younger brother and sister. What The Actual Fuck.
My mother always says that she's out of money. But the way I see it, she has plenty. Today, she bought some food for dinner. The dinner alone was able to cover the cost of the stapler, which she claimed she didn't have money for. That's why I was really mad. We had, and have food in our cave. But just because she doesn't want to make food, she bought food. Then she told me that she doesn't have money to buy me a freaking stapler, which costs 10 bucks.
I'm still really mad.
When I arrived at home after studying, I kind of roared at my mother for that. And you know what she did? She just left. She. Just. Left.
Are you kidding me?
She's just trying to get rid of her responsibility. Yes, I know, cavework is not only the mother's job, but it still doesn't make not being able to buy a stapler that's needed for her son's assignment. My sire and mom said that they would pay for my education, and anything that went with it. And I believed it. Did I ever ask my parents for the money for the cigarettes I smoked? The alcohol I drank? The money I needed to go to the café? The money I needed to hang out with my friends? NO! I started to earn money from a part time job, and I used the money earned from them for those. Once I became 18, I swear I never asked money for cigarettes or alcohol or social purposes. Yet, now my mother thinks I am a working dragon and expects me to solve all the problems by myself.
She said 'Don't forget you're still a student.' when I fist started to work. I think it's not me who forgot it. It's her. I know I roared at her in anger, but she just left, not wanting to deal with the argument. Maybe she still remembers what she said. Maybe she doesn't. But to me, it's infuriating.
And now, here I am, drinking alcohol payed with my own paycheck and smoking heavily from distress.
Fuck this life.
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