Bus to catch

“That shirt isn’t long enough!” My dad barks as I leave my bedroom. “I can see your midriff. Go find something else.”

I nod and turn around, closing my door the best I can. It doesn’t always stay shut without a doorknob.

I pick through my drawers until I find a dorky, long sleeve striped shirt that I know passes his standards. At least he didn’t tell me that my jeans were too tight today.

I wish I could wear cute little outfits like the other girls. I might even be hot but I have to dress like a total dork every day. I sigh before heading back into the hallway.

“That’s better.” My dad says before leaning into my face.

“I just want to make sure you’re not wearing any makeup.” He says.

“I don’t even have any.” I tell him.

“Well you’re not allowed.” He responds. “And if I find any in your room there’ll be hell to pay.”

I nod in approval.

“Keep it on so I know where you are.” He says, putting my phone in my hand.

I take it from him and put it in my backpack.

“You better not miss your bus.” He tells me. “And you better work hard in school today.”

I go outside and wait for my bus to come.