Finding My Feet - the Story of a Socially Awkward Penguin

Chapter 1 !!!

Chapter 1

Leah’s POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned as I violently attempted to thwart my evil alarm clock.

Mission failed.

Somehow I was now on my bedroom floor, burrito’ed in my blankets

I shook them off me and my stomach grumbled so I trudged downstairs for breakfast.

I looked at my mum who was busily making food orders for the guests. I looked up at the clock and groaned. It was 1.12. And so, going over to the pantry to find something to ear I started my speech.

“Mum I am so sorry! I know I promised to go to bed early so I would wake up before it was afternoon but I updated wattpad and like all my favourite books were updated so I couldn’t just let them sit there unread! Obviously everyone decided ‘Oh hey, it’s Thursday why don’t I update and make the readers who are on a different time schedule piss off their mums by reading my awesome story?’ Then I found this book by this really hilarious girl and I just had to keep reading it and it was like so was nuts. She said something about pickles being aged cucumbers and I laughed. You know that private joke that everyone knows about cucumbers? And pickles are aged cucumbers? So like a pickle is the older version of a cucumber, sort of like you’re the older version of me! Except you’re not all wrinkly and green. Maybe more like how grandma is the older version of you. Yeah, that makes more sense. Well let’s just say I couldn’t get the image of a pickle and grandma’s out of my head and couldn’t sleep. I mean could you sleep with that image in your head?” I finished my rant and turned to face my mum. Unfortunately for me, there was an adorable blonde headed boy sitting at the counter looking at me amused.

Face meet pantry.

I looked at my mum and I knew she was trying hard not to laugh.

“Thank you for that image, Leah.” Mum said giving a shudder.

“No problem.” I replied, distracted by the intense gaze of the boy

Then I realized why he was staring at me. I had just woken up, I looked worse than one of those despicable creatures from I Am Legend. I had bed hair, sleep in my eyes, morning breath and B.O and to top it all off I was wearing my short red and yellow Elmo pajama pants and a mismatched top that was pink and had Tweety bird on it saying ‘Brainy’. Yeah, I felt real damn brainy right now.

“You shall have to excuse me mother dearest, I just forgot I need to go dig a hole and proceed to die in it.” I said dramatically. Before I took a step mum said, “Don’t you want to take your foot out of your mouth first?” and gestured towards the boy who was still looking at me. “I can hop.” I replied and practically ran upstairs to my attic.

Yes shut up I lived in an attic. No I was not a bat nor a creepy hermit that liked dark cold places. Mum put me in the attic so ‘I didn’t disturb the guests’. I think the guests were more disturbed knowing there was a freaky lunatic that was born smack bang in the middle of the Bermuda triangle living in the attic. Kidding! I wasn’t born in the middle of the Bermuda triangle. It was more near the edge.

I quickly had a shower in my personal bathroom, and then brushed my hair and dried it a bit with the towel so it wasn’t dripping wet. Then I changed into a pair of denim shorts and an ocean blue t-shirt that had the turtles off ‘Finding Nemo’, crush and squirt, on it and said ‘Dude’. I quickly put on my jewelry, (ring, necklace, earrings) and then rushed back down the stairs, my damp hair slapping me in the face. Surprisingly I only tripped once and didn’t majorly bruise anything.

I tried again, “Good morning Mother, how are you on this fine day?” I asked politely, pointedly ignoring the adorable boy still sitting at the counter.