who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter Four

The reapeted, blaring sound of my alarm woke me up in a stutter. Falling back hard on my mattress, I lazily tried reaching for the snooze button, with no success ofcourse.

Some people would plead for their mums' attention in the morning - making their breakfast , ironing their clothes,etc. I, on the other hand, wish she'd give me some room to wake up.

Everyday,I gather around my neatly stacked collection of stuffed animals - they've been with me since I was a kid,so don't get any ideas - and tell the tale of the sleep-deprived teenager, who is woken up everyday by her extremely perky-in-the-morning mum, which is ironic.
Even though the similarly between my mum and I could be identified by anyone walking on the streets, we definitely are completely different people in the morning.
How different? Well, not to say that my mum's nuts, she's simply psychologically unstable, you'll catch on to who my mum is, so no need to bore you with the details, just a few incidents will give you a good idea.

"Morning dear, I hope you slept well" her chirpy voice echoed from the hallway. "Hey, mum" I replied weakly, wanting nothing more than to curl back up in my worm cocoon. Then my mum reached over to the still ringing alarm, and pulled the plug off. "Mum" I started " what happened to my clock?" I asked.

"Oh that, I took the snooze button out" when she caught my glare she continued" oh sweetie, it's just....you sleep like you've been awake for a century, imagine how hard it is to wake something like that ." I sighed deeply "Now I'm an object." Story of my life.

"Here's your breakfast" she gave me a bowl full of oatmeal cereal, and left the room in a hurry - probably to check up on Eric.

After throwing on my trusty blue, sweatshirt, which had the trademark GAP written in white at the middle, and my slightly torn, dark skinny jeans, I slowly descended the stairs to wait for Eric.

The moment I opened the curtains at the dinning room, to let in some sunlight, I was attacked with a blinding, white flash. The shock, to my surprise, made me scream loudly, which sent my mum running down the stairs. My mum was horrified at the scene that played in front of her : an uncountable number of reporters, who were bombarding us with all kinds of questions and cameramen, who kept invading the room with their bright flash. Luckily, my mum reacted fast and closed the curtains, before anyone could snap a vivid photo of us. Eric came down at that with a look of pure confusion, his words hanging in the still air that was surrounded with fear, the enemy we have come to accept, was a part of our lives a while ago "What's wrong?"

"The paparazzi are back, that's what's up" I informed him, surprised at how calm I was. Guess, I was bound to get used to it eventually.

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Our mum then willingly drove us to school, after fighting our way through the fleet of reporters.

I sat at the back seat quietly,listening to mum and Eric making small talk, like nothing happened. That was how my family survived this world, by putting our problems under the rug, and not thinking about stuff we have no control on, even though it wasn't healthy, it was our code and we lived by it. I always admired how strong my mother and brother looked, but not everything can be seen with the bare eye.  My brown thick curls were compressed by the window,as I gazed at the scenery outside, which was changing rapidly. Recalling again the incident that changed our lives, I sometimes hate myself when i think that, If my brother had not posted this video, life would have been different right now.

A few blocks away from the school, our mum dropped us off with a smile and headed off. It always was upsetting to see the great pain she hid behind her smile - as if she felt she had to be strong for us at times like this. I yearned for the day I can ease her pain.