this morning #752.

this morning, as we all lined up for inspection, i got the familiar feeling that i was about to be singled out again, called a name or two. dad always had the final say. lately, he had this particular way of looking at me that made me want to vomit all over his shiny black shoes. as the oldest, he’d always held me up to higher standards. now that i was in my teens, his demands were starting to seem a little too demanding & a little bit on the creepy side. the skirt i’d chosen today was pretty but it ended at my knees. there was a good chance it’d be up for debate. then i looked to my left, saw the bart simpson t-shirt my brother had on & sighed with relief. for today, the target would not be on my back.