Ruined

1

I run my fingers through the grass and stretch my legs out. The sun is halfway set, sending orange-pink rays through the sky.
My day has been my definition of terrible. I woke up, and the water pipes were messed up so I couldn't take a shower. I dropped my iPhone, shattering it. I can still barely text, which is good I guess. My dog left a little surprise on my place rug in my bathroom. All of these things happened before school, which was-cue sarcasm-absolutely wonderful.
School was boring as always, except for free time that I got to spend with my best friend.
Sitting in my backyard, watching the sunset is the treat of the day for me. I tuck the bangs of my light brown hair behind my ear and take a deep breath. It's getting dark now. I check my cracked phone, barely able to see the time. It's getting late. I stand up and turn around, walking towards the house. I slide open the back door and peer in, seeing my dad thanking and paying the plumber for coming to fix the water pipes. As Dad walks him through the kitchen and the living room to the front door, I flop onto a stool at the island bar. Dad makes his way back into the kitchen. He takes wide steps straight to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a water and juice pouch. He slides me the juice pouch. I take the straw off the side and poke it through the hole. As I sip on the straw, I pull my iPhone out of my pocket and sit it on the counter, face up, in front of Dad.
"I shattered my phone this morning," I claim, then put my lips back to my straw.
"Well I'll take you after school Friday to get another one," he says after swallowing his allergy pill along with a swig of water. Today's Wednesday. He got a couple days off from the hospital due to his cold. He goes back tomorrow. I laugh slightly eternally. I don't know why, but it amuses me. Probably because he works at a hospital.
"Thanks Dad. I think I'm gonna head up to bed. Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you too Quinn. Goodnight." I groan in my mind at the use of my first name. People usually call me by my middle name or the shortened version. I hop from the bar stool, grabbing my temporary phone, and jog up the stairs and into my room. Throwing my juice pouch in my trash can and closing my door behind me with my foot, I pursue to taking off my tennis shoes and letting down my ponytail. I open the door to my bathroom and step over my place rug that still has a wet spot from where I scrubbed it so hard this morning with a wet rag. I strip out of my jogging pants and t-shirt, throwing them into my small clothes hamper, and my underwear and sports bra soon follow. I turn the water on and wait for it to warm up to a scolding temperature. I turn the cold on to cool the water down until it's just right for me. Stepping in and closing the glass door behind me immediately relaxes my muscles. I wash my hair and bathe quickly, then I linger under the running water for a couple more minutes. Drying off and wrapping my hair up in the towel only takes me a couple of seconds, and I'm in my room pulling on my underwear and sports bra in no time. I climb under the cool, fluffy cover on my bed. I set my pillows up and plug my phone up beside my bed, setting it on my side table. I pull my hair out of the towel and toss it to the floor. I'll get it in the morning. I wrap my hair into a bun and tie it up, sighing. I lay back and close my eyes, thinking of what it would be like if Momma were still here.
"Goodnight Momma," I whisper while I'm drifting into my dreams.