The walk home wasn't that long; it's just that in certain ways I didn't want to go home. My house came into view and all I could do was sigh. Kids were running about, enjoying their last day of freedom before school takes over their lives once again. I dodged the kids on scooters, the ones on bikes and the few on skateboards. Children these days think that you'll move out of the way for them, while people my age and up expect them to go around you. But little children always get their way.
My house wasn't that big, just a simple one story house. Flower beds went along the edge of the house, they were all mainly a red color. My mom had this thing for the color red. I walked up the walkway and stopped in the doorway and looked up. There was a sign hanging down that said, "The Knight Family." Yes a sign to announce to the whole world who we were. I opened the front door and announced my arrival.
"I'm home." I threw my shoes next to the side table and headed into the living room, throwing my backpack on the floor. The living room in my house looked like any other house. Black carpeted floor, which is very comfortable to lay on I might add, a red linen couch, and a black leather chair. Though I would have to say it's my black leather chair, seeing that my stuff surrounded it. A big screen television that took about a third of one wall with two book cases of movies on each side. What can I say, we like movies. Then you get the stuff built into the house, a fireplace, windows, a door that leads to the backyard and what not. A normal living room. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Flipping through channel after channel, there is absolutely nothing on TV on Sundays. My mom walked into the living room with a bucket of laundry in her hands, standing in my view of the television.
"Jackson. You left home this morning without doing your chores for today." I glanced up at her, noticing the angry look on her face. It's been me and my mom living in this house for about one and half years now. My dad died from a car accident on the freeway last year and we still have issues on that subject so we try to avoid it. If I had to describe my mom I would say I look just like her, except well she's female, she has longer hair, and well she's taller than me. But not by much.
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I did them…" My eyes averted away from my mothers, you do not want to stare at doom in the face.
"No you did not. Your clothes were all over the floor in your room instead of in the laundry basket like I asked you to do. You didn't take out the trash, so I had to do that. And you forgot to take Muffin out for a walk." Muffin was our Husky. Why the name Muffin? Let's just say that when we got her as a puppy I had an obsession for muffins at the time, thus we named her Muffin.
"All right. I'll go walk Muffin." I got up from the chair and went around my mom, "Where is she anyway?"
"Your room. She's been waiting for you to get home and fell asleep on your bed." I sighed and walked down the hall into my room. And what do you know; there she was sleeping on my bed. I grabbed her leash from a hook in the hallway and started twirling it around. A small bell was attached to the hook, the reason why was that she has a tendency to run away from us during walks. The bells ringing woke Muffin up right away and soon she was sitting in front of me, her tail wagging at the speed of light. I stroked the top of her head before hooking the leash to her collar. As soon as the leash was attached Muffin started dashing to the door.
"Hold on. You'll get out in a minute." I put the end of her leash around the door knob and went over to my backpack taking out my iPod. Muffin was practically choking herself, trying to get to me on the other side of the living room. "Stop that. You're going to kill yourself one of these days doing that." I grabbed the leash and turned to face the hallway, "I'm taking Muffin on her walk now. I'll be back in about thirty minutes or longer. Depending on if Muffin decides to run off again." I heard my mom's response which was usually a moan or something like that. I let Muffin out first before following, closing the door behind me and putting my earphones in my ears, pressing play on my IPod.