Chapter Two - Not So Peaceful Day
Since I don't have friends, I spend the whole weekend to myself sleeping. And by sleeping, I meant waking up at 10 in the late morning.
So I was startled when the door bursts open and my eyes flicker open with a stinging sensation. I barely squint my eyes, trying to make a view of what was going on.
My mother just grins like the evil mastermind she is and heads straight to the windows, opening them and letting the cool breeze get into my room.
She acts so casually, as if she didn't just wake me up at this damn early morning--which I hated with a passion.
I hiss like a vampire who saw the sunlight, trying to adjust my eyes from the beam of the sun. "What are you doing?"
I glanced over the clock that was placed on my nightstand. My eyes widen and I sputter. "It's six o' clock! Why did you wake me up at six in the morning?!"
As you can tell, I'm not a morning person. Mom just rests her hands on her hips and sways it, then gives me a look. "Wash your face and get up. Someone's waiting downstairs."
My eyebrows furrow, causing lines to form on my temple. "Who's waiting?"
If I remember, I had like no friends---cross off John Keats the poet and some "odd looking" dolls--which my mother comments to her own horror, often commenting that it might come to posses me one day. Well, I'd be glad if it did.
"Tom," she replied, a malicious grin spreads on her lips. I could just about tell what she was planning ahead. And no, I'm not going to fall in love with him, mother---if that's what you're imagining.
"Him?" I say casually, then laid my head back in bed and pulled the duvet closer to my face. "--well, I'm going back to sleep."
I whined when my duvet gets snatched away and I'm left with coldness. I hiss and flutter my eyes open, giving my mother a glare. "We're not friends. He's no one to me."
"If he's got something to say, then relay his message to me, okay?"
"Oh Avery," she chimes in. "--this is your chance to make a friend."
I groaned, exasperated that I have to explain the same thing again to her. Friends are too overrated, I tell you. "I don't need friends. I have these babies to keep me company," I point to my dolls--which all looked unique and creepy in their own way.
She scrunches her face at me, showing a little bit of her wrinkles. She crosses her arms and huffs. "You're talking about your horror imaginary friends. That's why you don't have friends; you creep them out so just engage with Tom at least once will you?"
"That was rather nice of you, mom," I say sarcastically. "--I though mothers were supposed to sugarcoat their words. I guess not."
My mother then grabs my hand and tries to pry me out of bed. I wail and held onto the mattress for as long as I could hold onto it. Don't you dare give up on me bed! We're allies, aren't we?
"You're being unreasonable, Avery!" my mother grunts, obviously having a hard time pulling me out of bed.
"No I'm not, you are," I fight back, not losing to my mother as I grip on the mattress like I was going to die in the battlefield if I didn't. But then she pulls out a trick that I couldn't say no.
