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| Current music: | No Doubt |
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"American Splendor"
Jude let the warm water assault his muscles, allowing the droplets to stick to his skin as though it would purify his soul. Fortunately, school had ended two hours ago. Unfortunately, this did nothing to dilute the radiant image of his dreadful B+.
The bear-claw bathtub swelled with water, nearly sloshing out of the highly elevated sides. For some peculiar reason, he felt filthy. It was the kind of filth that seeped into his bones and veins, a weary emotion of grimy and permanent corruption. He sunk lower into the water and prayed that maybe if he shut his eyes long enough, he would wake up in some foreign paradise.
Before he could drift away to Never Never Land, a loud rap at the door broke the silence. He briskly sat upright and averted his eyes to the door.
“Jude? Your progress report just came in.” The voice belonged to his mother. The usual tenderness in her tone had warped into concern and stern disappointment. He held his breath for a moment, then responded.
“You sound upset.” He attempted to remain indifferent, ignoring the temptation of spewing out a chorus of self-abuse.
She sighed and the pause was like torture.
“We’ll talk about this when you’re done.” Her Nine West heels stiffly clattered against the wooden hallway and then sunk into the plush carpet as she floated down the stairs.
Jude gazed up at the ghostly white ceiling, his eyes immediately landing on a speck of dust. He could taste his mother’s disappointment; battery acid mixed with lemons. Shutting his eyes, Jude slithered further into the water until his entire head was soaked.
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