Small things

Introduction

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And I'm woken up cringing, no surprise there. I check my alarm clock, 7:00 am on a Monday morning ; the best time of the week wouldn't you agree... Do you ever feel like your alarm clock has a personality? Like mine is the most freaking stubborn thing I've ever met, and it never breaks!! (no matter how hard you throw it at the wall)
Ugh. I lay back onto my comfy bed focusing on the little memories captured in polaroid films strung across my room with fairy lights instead of the thought of school today, all these memor-
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'SHUT UP!!' I scream throwing a pillow at my alarm clock. 'Emily' I hear dad calling from downstairs, he must of heard me scream, 'I'm fine dad, I'm fine' I reply rubbing my head. See I was sort of in a bad fire when I was 12, and ever since that I've been a very anxious angry kind of person, and ever since then, whenever I'm scared I have these weird panic attack things, where I can't breathe and I just feel like fainting, damn - that fire really affected me. So if you can't tell by now, I have really really bad anger issues and unfortunately everything just seems to annoy me. Dreadingly I step out of bed and slip on my fluffy slippers making my way to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror for a minute, my hair looks horrible, it's been in a bun for the whole night and now it's like freaking knot-ville! But I guess no-ones perfect.. Except Cara Delevinge, she's perfect. 'Agh' I slam my hands on the sink table, why am I talking to myself?! I quickly snap myself out of all the knot-ville, Cara Delevinge, perfect talk and focus on getting my face on, I quickly rub some new Bath&Body works face cream on, throw on some mascara and lipgloss and head back to my room to change. I don't really make an effort for school, people comment on it some times but I'm not sorry I didn't know that school was some fashion statement?! I jog downstairs with a jump to my step into the kitchen to see my dad casually kissing some random lady leaning on the kitchen table. 'Ahem' I purposely cough walking over to the fridge. 'Emily' he mutters under his breath quickly pulling away and fixing his shirt, looking embarrassed as hell! The other lady just stands there awkwardly scratching the back of her neck, 'found another one I see?' I say smirking. My 'mum and dad' were teenagers when they gave birth to me and my brother before they got married for a year and then got divorced when I was only 2 so now they are still in their twenties and love clubbing and drinking and basically just still act like teenagers, at least that's what my dad does, I haven't seen my mum for almost 10 years now so maybe she's changed, but I doubt it. 'Hey, do you want me to drop you off at school?' He says in a slurred husky voice, 'Maybe another time...When your more sober' I mutter rolling my eyes, 'I'm meeting Zach this morning anyway' I say going out the door, 'Hey Emi-' Zach, my younger 14 year old brother shouts from running down the stairs just passing dad and his girlfriend snogging on the way, I pop my head back round the door to see his reaction, his jaw drops open 'who's the girl?' He mouths, I shrug in return raising my eyebrows and leaving the house outside into the crisp spring air. Just as I was enjoying the fresh air Zach, my boyfriend, comes from behind me and grabs me into a bear hug 'aagh' I gasp helplessly slapping him on the arms 'Don't scare me like that!' I gasp out of breath. 'Sorry' he smiles I'm his husky cute voice that I know he doesn't mean it, but my thoughts were cut of when he starts kissing me and I feel like everything's perfect, everything's-
We both jump at the sound of the door closing behind us as dad peers through, he sneers for a second putting on a squeaky little voice trying to imitate me 'found another one i see?' He says in the worst imitation of me ever! I glance at him and plead him to go back inside so we can carry on our little perfect moment and eventually he surrenders and shuts the door again, and me and Zach are finally alone walking off the porch, giggling and cuddling until we reach his car and head to school.