Bao was responsible for everyone else in her family before her day could even begin. She was to make breakfast for them, make sure her sister's were up and ready for school, make sure her father had a lunch, make sure her sisters got on the correct bus to school, and made sure the house was tidy enough so her mother didn't have to stress too much while at home. Sometimes this seemed impossible, but the girl did it.
Sitting at the kitchen table, her father and sisters already gone off for their day Bao stared blankly at her cold bowl of oatmeal. Her mother held gaze before speaking, "You have to eat so you don't get too skinny. Boys don't like girls that look like sticks. They don't like fat girls either so don't eat too much." Bao was discouraged by her mother's words. Every girl no matter how she looks deserved to be loved and be thought as beautiful. "Okay mom" Bao replied, not wanting to start a fight so early in the morning. Taking some bites of her oatmeal, her one leg pulled up underneath her as the other hung from the chair. Soon enough Bao's mother became tired of watching her oldest daughter eat, and left the table to do her own errands for the day. Soon after, Bao got up and scraped the remaining bit of oatmeal in the trash, washing and drying her bowl and putting it away before heading back to her room.
Plopping onto the bed a moment, Bao threw her head back with a sigh onto her pillow. Today was the first day back to school, and despite relatively liking school- she couldn't help but hate the pressure and the sneaking around that came with it. She would be a senior the following year and that meant that she would need to be super serious about what university she would be attending and what career she would be pursuing- despite her own personal dreams. Thoughts of Chris also wandered through her mind, thinking of how the festival went last night and what it meant for their friendship. Would it have been a one day fling or was there something more there? All of these questions were left unanswered after they parted ways last night.
A sigh escaped her lips.
It would just have to be something she would deal with when the time came. Pulling herself from her bed she grabbed her uniform attired and headed to the bathroom, taking a shower and the other daily routines. Brushing her brown hair into a high bun she let it sink a bit, being on the messy side. She chose to do the combination of skirt, white button up, and yellow cardigan. She refused to wear the blue bow tie, and made the red tie her bitch. Putting a small amount of makeup on her face, she finished the look with a bit of red lipstick; a deal sealer in her start to the new day.
Having packed her backpack almost a week before the school day, she knew she had everything she needed and then some. Placing it on her back she called to her mother goodbye and walked out the door. She walked every day to the high school, giving her some time to be by herself and have time to think.
Arriving relatively on time, she didn't make much of a fuss and sat quietly in her assigned front row seat.
Sitting at the kitchen table, her father and sisters already gone off for their day Bao stared blankly at her cold bowl of oatmeal. Her mother held gaze before speaking, "You have to eat so you don't get too skinny. Boys don't like girls that look like sticks. They don't like fat girls either so don't eat too much." Bao was discouraged by her mother's words. Every girl no matter how she looks deserved to be loved and be thought as beautiful. "Okay mom" Bao replied, not wanting to start a fight so early in the morning. Taking some bites of her oatmeal, her one leg pulled up underneath her as the other hung from the chair. Soon enough Bao's mother became tired of watching her oldest daughter eat, and left the table to do her own errands for the day. Soon after, Bao got up and scraped the remaining bit of oatmeal in the trash, washing and drying her bowl and putting it away before heading back to her room.
Plopping onto the bed a moment, Bao threw her head back with a sigh onto her pillow. Today was the first day back to school, and despite relatively liking school- she couldn't help but hate the pressure and the sneaking around that came with it. She would be a senior the following year and that meant that she would need to be super serious about what university she would be attending and what career she would be pursuing- despite her own personal dreams. Thoughts of Chris also wandered through her mind, thinking of how the festival went last night and what it meant for their friendship. Would it have been a one day fling or was there something more there? All of these questions were left unanswered after they parted ways last night.
A sigh escaped her lips.
It would just have to be something she would deal with when the time came. Pulling herself from her bed she grabbed her uniform attired and headed to the bathroom, taking a shower and the other daily routines. Brushing her brown hair into a high bun she let it sink a bit, being on the messy side. She chose to do the combination of skirt, white button up, and yellow cardigan. She refused to wear the blue bow tie, and made the red tie her bitch. Putting a small amount of makeup on her face, she finished the look with a bit of red lipstick; a deal sealer in her start to the new day.
Having packed her backpack almost a week before the school day, she knew she had everything she needed and then some. Placing it on her back she called to her mother goodbye and walked out the door. She walked every day to the high school, giving her some time to be by herself and have time to think.
Arriving relatively on time, she didn't make much of a fuss and sat quietly in her assigned front row seat.