Tangled Tracks on Side B

Chapter 1

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Waking up is easy, getting out of bed is hard.

It's all always a matter of perspective.

I woke up on that Tuesday morning and it was a completely ordinary day.

My mom was making breakfast while my other mom kept on rotating between my brothers' rooms and mine to get us all out of bed.

I grunted when she raised the covers to slip underneath them with me.

The house smelled good. I could picture my mom Laura downstairs frying green plantains to add to our breakfast and lunch boxes. I loved when they'd get nostalgic and make Cuban food first thing in the morning.

"Mom" I didn't even bother opening my eyes to complain.

"Nate and Dan are at the table, you're the last man standing."

I winced doing my best to enjoy another few minutes in the warmth of my bed, even with an uninvited guest. I had no idea how she could always seem so full of energy that early in the day.

"Let's go Angelica," she pleaded near my ear.

I guess I had to consider myself lucky for having two loving young parents that would've gotten in bed with me in the morning rather than yelling at me from the other room, but I truly couldn't see any advantages in that at that moment.

I gave up and dragged myself to the table, closely followed by my mom.

Nate and Dan were in fact inhaling their breakfast, I had a hard time sometimes not seeing them as a pair of apes. Being identical twins they always had their ways to communicate with each other that often went over everybody else's heads, but that wasn't all, I also felt like they had chosen to not abide by society's most basic rules every now and again.
The amount of time they spent between the gym and the athletic fields sealed the deal completely. 

"You made it!" my mom Laura bantered from the dining table.

"It would've taken you longer," my mom Amelia retorted.

They loved to play silly games with each other like who would get us out of our bedroom the quickest in the morning, I had no clue how they kept score or why it mattered but I wasn't really asking any questions.

My moms were by far the youngest parents among my group of friends.

My mom Laura had my oldest brother Gabriel when she was still in high school and met my mom Amelia in College, they rushed into their life together and decided that since they were already raising one child together another one wouldn't hurt. That's when Nathan and Daniel surprised them and yet they still decided to go ahead and have me right after college.

"Don't forget your cleats," Mom Laura pointed at me with the piece of waffle she had just taken a bite out of.

I nodded making a mental note, I probably was still going to forget.

"I can drop you guys off on my way to the store."

That was good, the best days never started on the school bus.

When I went to get ready for school I got to choose between my collection of gray and black hoodies, or even one of my brothers' hoodies, many of which lived permanently in my closet, yet I always found a way to sneak some out of their rooms, or my moms' room.
I learned early in life that in a queer household men's clothing circulates freely for anyone who'll grab it. Or it did in my house at least.

I combed my wavy hair back and tied it up in a bun before applying the lightest veil of makeup just to bring out the light green from my eyes.

"I don't really want to come to your school to have another talk with your principal about how ripped- ripped jeans can be in order to be acceptable schoolwear sweetie," my mom Laura had an apologetic smile when I reentered the room.