No Clichés!

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I wake slowly and roll onto my side. I throw the thick blankets off of me and to the floor. I groan and squint into the darkness of my room. I feel around blindly on my side table for my glasses. My hands pat around until I feel the cool frames.

I put on the black, thick-framed glasses, unclouding my vision. It doesn't do much, as the room is dark, but I can make out the actual shape of the white Christmas lights that shine brightly around the crown of the wall. They cast shadows onto the dark blue walls. I stare at the Polaroid Photos that are pinned to the wall. I smile at the many memories with my few friends.

I blink a few times and wipe at my eyes, under my glasses, deciding its time to shower. As I sit up and stretch, inhuman noises make their way from my mouth and my body cracks. I let my arms drop back to my sides and I slowly stand up. I shuffle across the light grey carpet and walk to my door. When I open the door, I notice that no one is up. I glance at my alarm clock and see that it's only 4:07 AM. I groan but open the door anyway. There's no way I'm going back to sleep now.

I walk into my bathroom and start a shower. I strip off my clothes and get into the scalding shower. I close my eyes and sigh, content. The hot water cascades down my back and I turn the the gentle stream into a hard jet of water. The jet massages my back and I groan in pleasure. Suddenly a thumping sound cut through the noise of the shower. A moan is let out and muffled and I gasp in horror. I press my ear to the wall and listen.

"Laura! Oh god, yes!" My father yells.

I stare shocked at the wall and realize what my parents are doing in the other room. I turn the water pressure up, trying to drown out the noise, but it does nothing. I take a few steps to other side of the shower and press the water-proof screen installed into my shower, thanks to my dad being a very wealthy doctor. With a few taps to the screen, my iTunes playlists and Pandora are available. I tap the Pandora button and proceed to my favorite station. The song Mr. Brightside comes on and I bob my head up and down to the music. I wash my long brown hair and watch as the water turns blue from the hair dye in my tips.

After about thirty minutes I turn off the music and listen for my parents. Their activities seem to have come to an end and I turn off the shower. I open the sliding glass and step onto the white tiled floor. I wrap a black fluffy towel around my body and walk back into my room. I dress in white skinny jeans and a black knitted sweatshirt about two sizes too big that hangs to my upper thigh. I slip on black moccasins over my unmatched no-show socks.

I walk back into the bathroom and thrown my hair into a messy bun and put on a little mascara around my blue eyes. I slip my glasses back on and walk downstairs. I'm greeted by a full table. Janice, my sister, sits in her cheer uniform next to her boyfriend and my brother, Andrew, wears his football jersey and a pair of blue jeans, as they have a game today. I sit at the other end of the large oak table and nibble on a piece of buttered toast. My sister sends me a Snapchat and I glance at my black customized iPhone.

'U nvr dress fancy.' The caption below the picture of her unimpressed face reads.

I sigh and ignore it. It's always the same, no matter how well I dress. The unimpressed looks, the terrible spelling. I didn't want to be like my sister. I didn't want the clichés, or the popularity. I wanted to stay, plain old, boring, unimpressive, non-cliché, Olivia. And that was the plan.