Océane's Eyes

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I don't like how Saturdays start, and when I'm on my period I wish I could just skip it.

My mum makes me clean my room and my brothers room even if he isn't here, she also makes me clean the living room and everywhere else except from the kitchen which she is certain I won't clean well enough and my parents room which she just prefers to clean herself and I appreciate that, I won't want to walk in on anything I 'wasn't meant to see'.

Once we are done with cleaning I have to help her make breakfast, kill me now!!!.

Then I can go and take a shower and have the rest of the day to myself.

  With the help of pain killers I make it to the showering part without dying. This is the part when mum takes her bath, dresses up and goes for brunch with her friends which I'm certain is just an excuse to drink wine in the afternoon.
Dad normally just goes out with his friends but he's around today, wonder why. Maybe he fears leaving me home alone.

I'm depressed, but not suicidal.

I stay in my room all afternoon in briefs which are also my brothers and a large white tee.

When menstruation isn't being a bitch I dance to my favourite songs on loud speaker. My vibe today is Sza, even if I'm full on straight I think I have a huge crush on her. She's so sexy.

Once I've worn myself out and my mood swing is on the down side, I go downstairs  to make lunch. Mum left the instructions on counter and in capital letters wrote at the bottom.

NO PHONE WHILE COOKING, YOU GET DISTRACTED AND BURN IT

So what do I do, watch it cook?

WATCH IT COOK the note continues, I groan and bring out the ingredients from the fridge.

I decide to play a more chill playlist while cooking. It's not my first time making stake frittes but she still insisted on leaving the instructions. Once I'm done with the cooking and I thankfully didn't burn anything, I clear up the kitchen and call dad for lunch.

Turns out he was working from home cause he had a slight cold that his co workers didn't want to catch

Sorry for concluding you were here to try and stop me from commiting suicide dad.

I keep some for mum in a plastic container, she's meant to be back by now. She hates eating food from plastic containers she prefers from stove to plate but that's the price she has to pay for not coming back early. Dad and I are done and I go back to my room to start getting ready, it's already 4 pm.

I'm done showering and I'm left with the annoying question of what to wear
What would you wear if you were going on your first date with your first crush to a place you don't even know and your still trying not to show your hands or legs or neck.

Hmmm

After much debating here's what I settle with. A black long sleeve body hugging inner shirt and a light pink graphic baggy shirt over it, baggy jeans that are tight on the waist and a pair of black air force ones.
I pack my hair up in a neat bun with the help of hair gel, don't worry the scars on my neck are barely visible now.

I hear the front door open and let out a frustrated groan, mum's back. Why couldn't she wait till after I'm out. She always wants to question who ever is picking me up. And she'll ask why I have lip gloss on just to hang with some friends.

I wait in my room, Zeke isn't around yet, I'll assume he will call when he gets here. "Honey,your friend is here. I don't know him though"

Shit, shit, shit.