painted paradise

chapter one) breaking time.

I have a dream.

I want not to have one.
I want it to be real, not only that but to have a real struggle than a possible idea. As I think that I can really dream why would I want to make something up than to make it real. I break the pencil in my hand and drop it over my desk where other drawing stand side by side next each other but there not designed, that's the point, I want the world to build them up and tell me to be the god. Not the creater.

I crawl out of my bed when I hear a ringing in my ears. I walk out of the bed covers sliding beneath my waist and walk towards the bathroom I'm still tired than I was yesterday and to think that stupid energy drink would be any help.
I take off my spare clothes and get in the shower and start to wash myself with the new bar of soap. It's weird how having breast are one of the things women have to have in order to be called women, it sad yet funny. I get out of the shower and dry myself off. I hear my phone in the dark corner of side of the bed and I drag myself towards it to shut off the alarm and notice I'm three hours early than the real time I go to school.

Your a idiot.

Although I got up really early I lost all my tiredness that I used to have after that shower, I bounce  back on my bed only to hear cars slowly driving around the streets and the drips of rain that made me slowly want to shut my eyes for a bit. It's not long until dad comes in with the most bizarre outfit I'd ever seen in my entire life, he comes in like it's nothing and I jump up right up when I notice that he was dressed like a clown and his skin was colored in light shades of pink with a side of puke green.

" happy birthday to you~ "  his singing ruins the sounds of water dripping from outside.

" dad....no.... " I'm trying not to tell him shut up but he interrupts me when I ask.

" happy birthday to you, happy birthday dearest oreo~ " I blank out slowly after knowing who he is representing and shove him off my bed  on the red carpet.

" Happy birthday to..... " I notice he stop chanting seconds after, fearing he hurt himself, I look down slowing at the bottom of the side of my bed.

" YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~ " He pulls my arm towards him and hugs me tightly into his arms with a big grin on his face I soon later hugged him back.
"Happy birthday my baby oreo"  He says with a big smile.
" happy birthday, dad "  I turn to his direction and smile back at him.
Because today is my birthday.....and on this very birthday, I will have the most greatest day ever..

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-poptartz