For 'Love'

It's Love.

Opens the window and pushes the curtains.

"Good morning, sunshine. Get up."

My eyes are aching..ugh.Rubbing my eyes..for a clear look.

"Good morning..Mom."
Mom,"Get ready..dear. I'm going now...and your breakfast is ready downstairs..don't forget to eat."
"Ok Mom..Bye."
Mom,"Bye, dear."

She walks off fast from my room. I also get up from my bed. And walk straight towards the mirror. Ughh...I'm so grateful that no one except my Mom & Dad gets to see me like this. If I ever have a boyfriend, I'm thinking what would happen when he'll come to my home to pick me up for school...ahh I should never have a boyfriend. Whatever...now I need to stop dreaming and get ready. But..
Wait..what...am..i..see..ing..IS THAT A PIMPLE! Oh god..nooooo. Eww..it's gross. I feel like crying..tomorrow's the party!...oh shit. Pimples find out time to visit me in my occassions! Why..! Why!

Phone ringing....tring tring.

Now..who's calling!

It's Gracia. Oh no.
I roll my eyes to the clock. And it's past 10..crap.

Continuous ringing...tring tring.

"Umm..hello..Gracia...I....."
Gracia," Hello Miss, sorry for disturbing you. I'm just calling you in chance if you have forgotten that we have a discussion today. And You.. Are.. Already.. Late!!
"Yeah..yeah..i'm coming..coming."

I hung up..and then take out a high-waisted jeans and wore it with a cropped tee. I got no time to do anything on my hair...so I make my hair to a messy bun leaving some hair strands. Um..now I look okay..though not perfect. But I should better go now. Then I run to downstairs..and taking the sandwhich in my mouth..run to the door. Then get out and lock the door. And looking aside.

Where's my cycle? I kept it just beside the door. It's supposed to be here. I turned to the front.

Why..Jack..that jerkass neighbour boy laughing..and looking at me. I take out the sandwich from my mouth.

"HEY! You got any problem? Why're you laughing!"
Jack," Nah..it's just that.. you got some red mustache."

What..ahh...it's the red sauce. I quickly rub off it with my arm.

Jack," Hahaha".

Ugh..I should quickly go off from here. But where's the damn cycle.

Jack," Hahahaha".

Why that jerk is still laughing...wait..he did take my cycle!

"HEY..where's my cycle!"
Jack,"Oh..you call that a cycle..i think i have mistaken..and thought that's a usable trash."
"WHAT! You...!"
Jack," At least..I called that usable."

Then he looks towards the front roadside where a truck is loading old goods for recycling. Then he looks at me..and burps in laugh.

What the hell! My cycle..oh god!

I am running as fast as I can...while seeing the driver getting inside the car.

"No...please wait!"

The driver was about to start off. But then he doesn't and looks from the side-view glass. I reached to him and stopped..gasping. The driver peeks out from the window.

Driver,"Ouh, you again put some worthy thing as a trash.."

He's taunting me, I know. In the past two weeks..for three times Mom did this..she took out old furniture..to throw off. But giving a second thought...she made me run for the truck to keep them. Just what a middle-class family can do to save money.