A Cup of Fate

1st Phase: The Wake-up Call

1st Phase: The Wake-up Call

It is 6 AM. My phone rings continuously, making wood scratches as it vibrates on my bed-side table. I try ignoring it, but it just won’t stop. I sluggishly pick up my phone to answer the call without bothering on looking at the screen to know who called me.

“Hello? Who’s this?” I answer the phone, hearing my own croaky morning voice as I remain on my bed, lying down. 

“Maggie!” The person from the other side of the phone shrieks which made my slumbering soul awake in the midst of lost dreams. 

“It’s Lou, love.” Oh great. That explains the disturbing British accent. My sister just basically called me in the middle of my wonderful dream where I live in this magical chocolate coated universe with the Logan Lerman, AKA. my future husband.

I'm really grateful for that. Really, I am. 

I roll my eyes in aggravation. “What?” I ask annoyingly. My lids are still droop shut trying not to allow any source of light to pass through. I hate mornings. I'm not a morning person. 

“Mum called me yesterday. Is she there? Tell her I said hello.” I hate it when she’s this giddy during in the morning. Her shrill tone stings through every bone in my body. It’s really getting on my nerves. If only I can put a sock on her mouth, I would. But I can't. Life sucks that way. You don't have enough choices. 

“Geez Lou. First of all, it’s freaking six in the morning here. Can you lower down your voice?" I speak with my eyes still shut, my head laying comfortably on my soft pillow. "Second, mom’s not here. And third, why the hell did you call me?” I know I sound so grumpy but who would be happy when someone disturbs you from your peaceful sleep- especially if your entire bed is gradually welcoming you back into it's comforts as you feel the smooth silk of sheet engulfing your body and your pillows are so fluffed up for you to hug onto? I know I’m not. It's a guilty pleasure. No one can say no to a bed.

“Well, mom told me about you being back from Paris, and-” I cut her off.

“I know Lou. You already told me that part,” I say as I push my head back with my face facing the ceiling.

“Can you just let me finish?” She is beginning to piss off. She hates it when I'm being grumpy. I guess, we have opposite attitudes for two non-biological sisters.

“I’m sorry. Go on.” I apologize as I shrug. I tried my best not to sound so uninterested. I want to put the phone away from my ears and place it back to my bedside desk as the call still runs and go back to my wondrous sleep- but I don't want to be rude. I tried my best to hold the urge to do that because Lou, at some point, deserves some respect from me. She's the older one.  

“As I was saying," she continues. "Mom told me to tell you that you would be spending your Christmas vacation here in London with me.” My eyes suddenly flick open. My pupils are trying to adjust from the abrupt entry of light as it constrict. My upper body jolts up from my bed the moment the news sinks in to me, making me sit up.  This is not the news I'm expecting to hear right now. My ears did not just hear it right. I’m not going away- not again.

“What? Why?” I finally let words spill from my mouth. Lou sighs through the other side of the phone.

“Mum told me you have not been very keen in meeting people and you’ve been spending a massive amount of time in your room lately. She told me I needed to bond with you or somewhere in between those lines.” I lay my back in my bed rest and I turn the phone into loudspeaker mode. I lay my phone flat on my mattress, slowly burying around the bed sheets.