(Yolanda's Pov)

·To Do List·
Wake up
Do schoolwork
Apply to colleges listed below
Go to work
Cook Dinner
Go to bed and repeat it tomorrow

That was my routine everyday, every single day for thr past five months, since Grandma Sarah passed away and I honestly feel so alone and well...our of control of my life. Now Don't get me wrong I have friends and I love my family, however they don't quite understand me like grandma did. It's just like Daddy says, we were both dreamers the couldn't keep our heads away from the clouds, weither that was an insult to us or a compliment, it was the truth. Grandma was known for her stories about the Labyrinth and the Goblin King. As for me, I'm known for poems and my 'overactive imagination'. It's kinda Bullshit if you ask me, so what if I see the world differently, I see the world as a mysterious place, I see past the line of normality. I can looknout the window and see knights fighting dragons, ancient native Americans weaving baskets, and a white, brown, and black spotted owl that followed me to school today...wait what?

My head shot up as I focused on the owl perched in the tree by the window. 'It hasn't flown away yet?' I thought as my eyes locked on with the creature. Its been following me every since Grandma Sarah passed away, it followed me nearly everywhere I went. It even waited outside my window at night then resets the cycle in the morning, frankly it was creepy. Was it an omen, or did Sarah sent it to watch me? I guess I'll never know

(Later that day)

I stood at the bookshelves in the shop and began stocking the anniversary edition of grandma's best selling book. 'The Pit in the King's Kingdom'. A long sequal to the well know labyrinth play Sarah had loved when she was my age. It was all about how the next generation visited the goblin king's world and experienced the old and new od this world. I, personally, never understood the choices the main character made but I understand why people love this book.

I sigh as I finish stocking the shelves and walked back to the register, seeing that cursed owl perched on a lamppost outside the shops. I groans and plop down continuing with my day as I walked for my shift to end. God this was getting old.

(Back at the Maryum Household)

I walked inside the house and listened to the sounds of my father and brothers running about doing their normal routines. I shook my head and make a b-line to my room, which use go be Grandma's old room when she was about my age. I opened the door and smiled as the sight of the room just made me happy, the bears and books still in place from the last time I used them, it was so nice, my safe space and in a house like this I needed a safe space, where I'm not some delicate, daydreamer that couldn't think for herself. I plopped down on my bed and sighed softly as my body melts into the covers, my eyes drooping with tiredness after my long day, ready to fall asleep already. Then my dad barged on.

"Yolanda, sweetie get to your work before you take a nap. Also I have college applications for you downstairs" My father said.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a thumbs up as I sat up, is it so much to ask for a moment of peace. Do they not understand I need to downtime after working and school? Oh well, I begin my homework ans the applications. The night continues as I begin cooking dinner for us all. My Brothers were being protective as usual and my father was pushing me to focus on reality as I just nod and tune them out, typically I could handel it but tonight something inside me just wouldn't sit passively. Maybe it was the lack of Grandma on my life now...I'm not sure.
My oldest brother, Mikey was talking to my other 5 brothers about hitting the trails in the woods on their dirt bikes after dinner. I got excited since that was my favorite family activity, so naturally I asked to join them. They all looked down at me and instantly shut down my request.

"Sorry Sis, but those trails are pretty intense at night. We don't want you getting hurt. Maybe next time" Mikey said as my other brother nod in a agreement. I felt felt my blood boil ever so slightly.

"You said that the last 12 times Mike!" I countered and huffed abit. They continued to argue with me.

"We don't want you being hurt, we all know you not the best on the dirt bikes. Besides shouldn't you be doing your college applications? Don't you want to bave a bright future?" The second oldest, Damian spoke. I groaned and looked at them.

"I've done nothing but work and applications today, why can't I do anything fun?" I countered, and this is when Dad got involved.

"You spent plenty of time daydream that you don't have time for fun, maybe if you could get that on check you would have more time, or at least more productive time." He comments.

I gasped and looked him dead in the eyes. "Um what!? My daydreaming isn't something I can help, and dont pretend I didn't just do all this....this bullshit!" I felt the rage building up.

"Don't you take that tone with me young lady, we're just trying to make sure you turn out good in life" My dad protest.

"Oh so I'm not doing any good right now? Yeah thanks" I sighed in annoyed mannor, feeling like I was gonna blow up. I growled then screamed in frustration, I turned and stomped up the stairs to my room.

"You're making sure I have no control over my life!?" I shout and slammed the door shut.

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(Hey! The second chapter yay! Soryy if it seems a bit rushed to her frustration but I took this one from experience. Any comments or concerns please type the in tje comments.I hope you enjoyed reading it!)