Stages of grief.

Chapter 2: Mornings suck.

TW: Swear words, explicit words. (Sorry, can't help it.. anyway tell me anything I missed.)

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How come life must be so cruel? Alarms blazing in your ears.. and the sound of your desperate mother calling your name from down below in the kitchen... Couldn't you just sleep 5 minutes longer? Does school HAVE to be so early in the morning?

Well... random external thoughts...
Yes. Life is cruel, and yes. School is an ass.

*BEEP BEEP*

Swinging a limp-ish arm to my alarm, my hand landed upon the large "OFF" button with a heavy force. Instantly I reeled my arm in with a wince... eyelids squinting closer together. Desperately hiding my poor irises from the light peering in through the crack through my [F/C]  blinds. Groaning, I threw the soft blanket over my head with a soft.. "woosh" sound. I was covered again.. at last.

Unfortunately... my dearest mother decided otherwise. Stomping to my room, I had just realized I may have fucked up. Before reacting or more importantly acting as I had just got out of bed, she grabbed the edge of the covers and threw the blanket from my head and onto the floor. Giving another "whoosh" sound.

Out of instinct, I curled up, hissing as if I were a ferocious snake... defending myself from any enemies, aka the sun. On the other hand, though, my mom gave a tsk... rolling her already heavy eyes before glaring at me with daggers.

"Wakey wakey. Or else no eggs and bac.. backey? Bacey..." She stuttered... before giving an annoyed huff.

"Whatever just get up.. too early for this.." She hissed, walking off and unfortunately leaving your covers on the floor.

Sitting up, I allowed myself time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light... scratching my back while I yawned. A frown placed upon my features I looked to the alarm.. scoffing at the time of 6:00. I rolled back into bed,  grabbing my covers from the floor. Wrapping myself up into a burrito of denial. 5 minutes wouldn't hurt... was the last thing I muttered out loud... before the alarm went off again. Somehow louder and surely more annoying this time.

I yelped, sitting up again faster than sonic could blow someone off, and smacking my hand hard on the "OFF" button... again. Glaring at the alarm clock as if it were to understand me... or my frustrations.

Instead of dwelling... I stood and stretched my arms. A few cracks of the spine and maybe elbow (If you can pop your elbow.. I can) and I was good to go. Headed to my closet, I began choosing an outfit for school.. humming a bit as I spotted the occasional option, before deciding on:

(Uh, choose an outfit. :) )

Changing rather quickly, I absentmindedly headed for the bathroom. Giving a quick splash of water on my face for refreshment, I brushed my teeth and hair.
Setting on any jewelry or accessories I wanted, I looked in the mirror. Slightly nitpicking at the strands of hair that wouldn't fit in place... I gave a tired shrug and walked out the door feeling the slightest more refreshed.

I quickly stepped down the stairs, jumping the last stair just because.. and sauntered up to my mom in the kitchen. Her being hard at work with some eggs, I nudged her arm a bit playfully.

"Morning, birth giver." She frowned at the name, head slowly turning to you as if she were mad. Although, her face softened immediately.

"Morning offspring..." She slightly teased, laughing ever so slightly to herself as her attention went back to the eggs. Slight bubbles and pops came from the outsides of the whites as they slowly cooked. I smiled sleepily, I grabbed some of my favorite brand of bread... and set it in the toaster. Giving it time to cook I leaned on the counter. Waiting ever so patiently. I glanced at my mom, her eyes were almost entranced by the eggs as she stood barely awake.

Her "Kiss the cook" apron was on, and her hair was thrown in a bun. Strands of it poking out and giving the woman a frazzled look.

"How was being dragged in the woods the other night?" I said to her with a smug look, while grabbing a small plate and the tub of butter from the fridge.

She turned to me, eyes confused in a foggy state of thought before it clicked. She gasped in realization. " You little shit... "

I laughed.. and she couldn't help but laugh as well. Although hers were more of tired chuckles... she rolled her eyes playfully. Turning her attention back to the eggs, and grabbing a spatula.

"Just teasing... though your hair is truly a mess. That is no tease." I snickered, setting the desired amount of butter on my bread, and smoothly pasting it on. It was actually quite satisfying this morning, unlike how it usually is.

She flipped an egg gracefully, before flipping the other... not so gracefully.

"Thin ice Y/N... very thin ice." She warned, turning to you fully.

"Headed to school?" She questioned as I set the toast in my mouth and nodded, walking over to the dining room table and grabbing my backpack. Slinging it over my shoulder as my mom walked up to me.

She grabbed my face and gently kissed my nose, smiling a bit before letting me go.

"Be safe and I love you! Oh... OH, and if anyone tries to attack you, kick their ass." She yelled as I ran out the door. I laughed before waving myself off and began heading to the first day of my new school.

[A/N] Hey everybodyyy! So glad to get the introduction kinda out of the way. We should have some more Micheal soon, so don't worry, :)