Mother

Valentina’s P.O.V

I opened the wooden gate to Ron’s house and climbed up the steps that led to the porch, it was quite late, I worked four hours extra and now I have enough money to buy my school bag tomorrow. I was already so tired and my back felt stiff, Melissa offered to spend the night at her house, but I turned down the offer, and even though my family considers me an outsider, I still tell my mother when I am not going to stay the night.

My stomach grumbled for the seventh time since this evening…I’m hungry, I don’t know if I would be allowed to have the leftovers today, I am so hungry and it’s almost unbearable.

I thought of buying some food but if I do, I will be unable to buy both my bag and the graph sheets, and I needed those graph sheets for our test on Friday. But if I can’t have the leftovers then I guess I’m just going to endure it, I opened the door with my keys, and the living room was empty, everyone else had gone to bed.

I tiptoed across the living room as si