Cupid's Stupid Plan

Chapter Four

Does anyone else feel as if as soon you climb over one obstacle in your life, fate just sends another one your way? The minute you figure out a solution, something else comes up, something that currently seems impossible, but as many have said before me, nothing is impossible. Even if it seems like it. 

For instance, it isn't impossible to swim at five in the morning and five in the afternoon, both for two hours, and still do well on school work. It definitely isn't impossible to get your crush to notice you. And it certainly isn't impossible to get your once loving father to stop yelling at everyone in his sight. Duh. 

My first problem really isn't that hard, focus, study, and get plenty of sleep. But for someone who is easily distracted... yeah, not so much. Sleep always seems like a joke that I never seem to get, I do it, but what's the point? All you do is waste time in the day that you could be spending studying for the multiple tests you have per week, or swimming for hours on end. 

My second problem? Yeah, no. To Matthew, I'm probably just that girl in the back of the class that occasionally wears glasses, if he even notices that much. We may talk once in a blue moon, but seriously not enough, whatsoever. 

And the third? Not even going to get into that. Unless someone finds a way to bring back the dead, then my dad is going to continue to be the shouting human he is today. 

I drag my mechanical pencil across the pure white paper, outlining my three problems. Most people like to work on computers, but really, how does one get their minds working when all they see is a bright screen looking back at them? As I write in my half script, half print hand writing, I sigh, thinking that whomever said that high school was easy should get their brain checked. 

"Olivia! What are you doing?" my immensly annoying older sister questioned, her voice making me jump in my spot. From her spot in the doorway, she luckily couldn't see my paper on my lap, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying. I shrug, quickly looking away from her curious face framed by the bushy hair that reminded me of a lion's mane. 

"Just drawing, you know, nothing much." I reply, more to my lap than to Erin, my sister. I hear her groan, a sign of her obviously not believing me, but thankfully she retreated to her room down the yellow and white hallway that used to be full of joy but now was only full of lost childhood memories.

Believe it or not, Erin and I used to be incredibly close, especially for siblings who were born five and a half years apart. Since our house is old, our rooms used to be servants quarters, meaning that the wall between our two rooms was really thin. We used this to our advantage by learning morse code and communicating by tapping against the wall. It was certainly more fun than walking the two steps to the others room. 

"Olivia! Erin! Help with dinner!" Our mom shouted up the wooden stairs. This is the phrase that I've heard her shout so many times, that instead of filling me with reluctance, like it used to, it now fills me with the sacred feeling of home and memories. Since my sister is almost always away at college this days, its nice to hear it, especially when I'm feeling down. 

The banter that the three of us share is always a pick-me-up and I don't know what I would do without the two of them, even if they are nosy and annoying. Plus, they are both really good cooks and what's better than that?

Author's Note:

Sorry it's so short again! I just wanted to post something. Also, sorry that there's nothing at school, but you know...

Riley