The Brain of a Teen Drama Queen

Just another Monday

The alarm on my phone starts blaring,

"So you got to get up, time to get up

You gotta get up, it's time to get up

It's time to get up, it's time to get up, it's time to get up "

I fumble to hit the snooze and pull the comforter over my head. Monday again, another week in this mundane life of school, church, no freedom, and secluded isolation from the real world. My names Rhylie and I consider my self a bit of a teen drama queen.

I live in a small town that's mostly farms that gets snow a couple weeks in the winter and 114 blazing heat in the summer. My parents are very very Christian so that means no life for Rhylie. They are super protective and strict. No social media allowed, the music I listen to is monitored and I'm not allowed to even think about boys till I'm 16. Three more years till I can feel the warmth of a hand hold or the peck of kiss on my cheek causing butterflies to fly crazily in my stomach.

Most of my free time is spent in my room doing homework or at church events. Texting my friends is forbidden because everyone knows texting leads to nude selfies and sex. Sometimes the loneliness is soooo bad I just want to lay under my covers and cry till the pain stops. But does it ever truly stop?

The alarm starts yelling at me again and if I didn't know any better I would think my Mom had 1D on retainer just to yell at me when I'm lazy. I kill the alarm and stumble out of bed and my foot catches the comforter and I go stumbling into my dresser knocking my lamp on the floor and the bulb goes POP. By the way I am a bit of a klutz.

After getting ready I drag my lazy butt out to the kitchen and see my Mom making pancakes and I smell bacon cooking. At least there is one plus about this day, bacon fixes everything.

"Hi Ryles how did you sleep?" My Mom says way too cheerful for it being so early.

"Fine" I mumble in response.

"Are you excited for your testing today?"

We have mandatory state testing this week which means any normalcy that I knew in my daily routine was completely gone.

"So excited " I say not too sarcastically so I don't get scolded.

"I figured a good breakfast will get your brain firing on all cylinders "

I think the idea of my brain firing on all cylinders, whatever that means, would be a straight path to a nervous breakdown.

I eat half my pancake and one piece of bacon just so my Mom doesn't give me the lecture about needing to eat at every meal to keep up my strength even though I feel like I have enough fat stored in my body to last me through the next winter.

Mom says I'm not fat I'm just fluffy and at that awkward stage. I see me as fat and I try to skip meals when I can get away with it but that isn't very often.

I get up and tell Mom I got to get to the bus stop or I will be late. She kisses me on the cheek and says "make good choices." I hate that phrase. Why can't I make some horrible choice I mean I am only 13 so I need to learn by my mistakes right.

I head out the door into the bright day and start my day reluctantly.

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