More Benemal

I am not going to school today. I'm supposed to leave in a few minutes. Of course Bena is hogging the bathroom. I couldn't even take a shower. Dad ignores us, as usual. But, I've decided to pack my bag. I put in my nature box, a sketchpad and my slider case full of things to draw with. Mama gave that to me just the week before she died. I carefully tuck a ripe pear into the outer pocket so not to squish it. I knock on the door and hurry Bena out. I grab a hair tie, and bunch my hair together into a ponytail. My long black hair comes down to my waist. I'm ready. I walk downtown to the market. I go over to the fountain and kick off my shoes. I dip my feet in. The water is cold.


That picture is actually me at the farmer's market downtown. It was summer.