The semester is ending. I'll be happy to be home....for about 5 hours. Then I will be bored. And my parents will start fighting. And my dad will yell at me. And my sister will be sick. And I'll have nothing to do, no escape. As much as I wish I was home sometimes, I also dread it. My friends will only be a car ride away, but it will seem far. I can't even run to escape things, since my foot still isn't healed. I am looking forward to going home, but also, not really.