After School

While they are waiting downstairs- I write. While they are patient- I write. While they are angry and bored- I write. My parents weren’t about to leave without me. I put my pen in my bag. I could sleep on the car ride to school. My mom would always talk about joining a club. But when school is over, my bag is zipped for the night. I never do homework after school. I do it in the morning, instead. I’m still late for bed anyway. Then I’m late for school all over. My mom says I should join a writer’s club. But where would I find the time?