That very same morning, I ended up waking at half past six. Only two hours worth of rest, sure, but it was better than nothing.
"Sure, it is."
"Good morning, Ms. Optimism," I greeted the flat-toned grouch. Spending the next couple of minutes fixing my bed and washing my face, I allowed myself a couple of stretches before truly starting the day. It was all well and good, and though I was more than certain that the headaches due to my lack of sleep would soon come, I was at least going to make the most out of my time right now.
I opened up the curtains, and looked down at the scenery that lay before me. As I had thought, the roads were indeed a watery mess due to the storm. It seemed that the irrigation had yet to be improved since the last flood, and though this time it wasn't as terrible as what happened three years ago, it looked like walking home would not be an option available to me any time soon.
Great, more hours to spend at school, I thought dryly to myself. If this were to happen just a year ago, I would probably welcome that prospect with delight, but now.. I had come to a realisation just how much I appreciated the sanctity of my home.
"Well, it's not like I could do anything about it."
And with that, I turned off my A/C and headed downstairs for breakfast.
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"You're up early," were the first words I was greeted with as I arrived at the dining room.
"The rain last night must have given me a good sleep," I lied.
"Yeah, I call bullshit on that. The rain only started at around two, so that means you must've still been awake by then."
"Well, I guess so were you."
"Shut the fuck up."
My sister and I shared our usual exchanging of words that we would have every morning. It wasn't particularly the most intellectual of conversations, but neither were we as people so that was not that big of a deal. Besides, mom wasn't present at the time, so the two of us just took it upon ourselves to give each other warm greetings. A beautiful morning mutualism, if you'd like.
"Where's mom?" I asked, grabbing some of the food that had been put on the table. Though not the healthiest of eaters by myself, I had always been and would always be an advocate for breakfast. Regardless of how late I would be, or how little I felt like eating that morning, I would never let myself skip the most important meal of the day. It was just a value that my parents had instilled within me since I was little, I guess. Well, that and the fact that breakfast was the only time I was able to eat the homemade food while it was still warm. These little things matter, you know.
"She went out with dad to the market. Said that because of the storm, they need to go a little bit early to avoid the crowd. Not sure what that's got to do with each other, but it is what it is."
"I see," I said curtly, as I began to munch down on some mashed potatoes.
"Oh, and she also told me to remind you that I'll be the one picking you up for the foreseeable future. Don't even think of going home by yourself, and making me wait like an idiot."
"Hmm," I nodded. "It's not like you need help in that department in the first place."
"What did you say?"
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Sleep Deprived
Teen Fiction"A rewrite of a story that I had once written, and a story that has continuously been playing in my head ever since." Noel, a tired yet somewhat still trying high schooler, is plagued by a problem that has made it even harder for him to overcome his...
