The Thirteenth

~Chapter Three~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Three

Amelia

Trrriiinnnggg….

I woke up with a start and my hand struck the top of my alarm clock violently.

I had a bittersweet relationship with my alarm clock. I should show my gratitude to it since it woke me up every morning, without fail, and saved my ass. But at the same time, I wanted to kick its ass for puncturing my eardrums, its way of waking me up. The clock I had wasn’t a modern day clock, it was my mother’s and I didn’t wanna give it away. It did an okay job of replacing her by waking me up every morning, just in a more annoying way. Since I woke up to its ringing, it felt like I woke up to her voice. I sent a mental apology to my mom for comparing her voice with the alarm clock’s ringing.

The clock showed six-thirty. How could it be six-thirty already? I swear I just slept a few minutes ago. I cursed time for running too fast. I slowly ripped the blanket off of me and sat upright on my bed. True to Al’s words, I slept like a burrito, only my face poking out. She also clicked a photo during one of our sleepovers and made fun of me, but I thought I looked cute. Smiling at the memory, I rubbed my eyes and slowly took in the surroundings of my room. It was purple.  Kind of girly, I know, but hey I’m a girl, right? The left wall was filled with posters from my favorite bands and TV shows. It was mostly Green Day, Linkin Park, Fall Out Boy and Breaking Benjamin. Leaning against the wall was my electric guitar and around it were a few sheets, mostly chords to songs.

I jumped out of my bed and waddled to the bathroom. I did everything at a snail’s pace. Okay, so what? I was so not a morning person. Late nights were my thing. It gave me a feeling like I owned the world. Ah, the nocturnal feels. Jamming to rock music, composing new songs, watching movies and TV shows, stealthily creeping up to raid the fridge, having junk food to satisfy my cravings… the list was endless.

Last night after coming back from our gig and helping Jason out with his audition, I was still in the mood for some music. So I took my guitar and started strumming on a few chords. After a few hours, I was onto a new song. The night was young and my adrenaline was pumping. Nothing could stop me and my creative juices kept flowing. So I ended up staying up till three-forty five in the morning. I slept late and this was the aftermath. I was used to this, late nights and bleary mornings. It took some time for me to get in the rhythm of the day.

I started the shower and let it run till the water turned warm. In the meantime, I squirted some paste onto my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth. The hot shower was welcoming as ever when I stepped into it. I closed my eyes and expected the running water to wash off my sleepiness but instead, a blurry image of a dark haired man formed. Wait, what?  Was I for real? I had seen the dark-haired guy only twice, till date and that too my first encounter wasn’t pleasant, at all. Second encounter consisted of me acting like I was a retard who couldn’t look at the person in the eye. That was all and here I was thinking about him like he was the love of my life. Ugh, what the hell was wrong with me?

To prevent my mind from drifting away further into the visualization of the mysterious guy, I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel from the stand. I padded slowly towards my closet and started to search for an outfit. After eyeing every piece of cloth I had for a few minutes I zeroed on a black tank top, a red plaid shirt on the top, a grey faded jeans and my favorite custom made black Nike shoes. I wasn’t a believer of make-up. It just took too much time and I wasn’t up for it. Mascara and lip-gloss were enough to make me look presentable. I simply applied one coat a cherry lip gloss and touched my lashes with one coat of mascara.