1992

one

greenport, new york ── 1992. today is like every other day, but today i am about to receive news to change my life forever. this is how it starts. my eyes adjusting to the bright morning sky that shuned throughout my window seal. the light was rather distracting to my tired brown eyes. after a few blinks, my pupils started to get adjusted now. letting out my first gasp of air for the morning, i exhaustedly looked around the room i've seen all my life. surrounding my bed is trash that i had thrown to the side, being too tired the night before to throw it in the trash can.

there was a lot of trash around my bed, not just around my bed but also on my floor. i can blame my sister for that. she didn't do it, it just feels good to blame someone else for my mistakes. we don't even sleep in the same room.
you could barely walk on my floor, well you couldn't without moving trash with your feet. my parents didn't care about it, they were too busy smoking or whatever they did in their room. they spend all day in there so it could be anything. i usually don't think about often, my mind being too busy with other life stuff. i layed in my bed for a good five minutes, the light being the only thing keeping me awake.

i would've layed in bed for longer until my annoying sister opened the door, yelling at me to get up. it's probably time to wake up anyways, the clock next to me reads twelve am. my ears not really hearing what my sister is saying besides get up. why can't my sister just let me sleep forever? i'm sure my parents wouldn't bother. me and my sister basically raise ourselves, well she raises me, even though i'm the oldest. she is a little mature for her age. that doesn't mean i'm not mature, because i am. she just prefers to be in control. it's easier on me, so i don't really care. she makes sure i am being a stable human, well her definition of a stable human being.

my hair seems to not fit that definition, it's almost as greasy as the grease you use to make french fries with. my dirt brown eyes looking over at the clock again, 12:10am. i have been over thinking my life for ten minutes now. i should get up. thinking is what i do, as i throw the covers off with these long legs of mine. they end up falling on the ground in a milli-second. i don't pick them up and make up bed; i'm not that type of person. my room is exactly the way i am, a mess. letting out a heavy sigh, i am totally not prepared for the day ahead of me.