The Monsters in Our Closets (GxG)

Chapter 1: Another Perfect Year

Chapter 1: Another Perfect Year

A loud, siren-like, noise blasts into my ear drums, forcing my eyes to open against their will. My eyes squint, the sunlight barging through my lavender colored curtains, in streams of light. I can feel the golden rays dancing upon my skin. Why did I pick that for my alarm sound?

I close my eyes shut, telling myself to mentally wake up. I feel the groan bubble up from my throat, pushing the pillow I was once using on top of my face to soften the sound.

I pull it off and pick my phone off the charger, silencing that annoying alarm. I look through my notifications, scrolling through the long list. Sometimes I wonder why I don't have the motivation to clear anyone of them.

It's currently 6:30 in the morning, and summer vacation has just ended. Meaning today was my first day back as a senior in high school.

Now I don't mind school (though I wouldn't say it's my favorite), but I do despise waking up at the ass crack of dawn. For some reason I find the chirping of all the birds outside annoying and I always feel this anxious pit in my stomach whenever the sound reaches my ears.

A big puff of air releases from my mouth in the form of a sigh. I lift the top half of my body up and cross my legs in criss-cross applesauce and turn my head to the left. My eyes catch the glimpse of my face in the mirror that is placed on the wall on top of my cherry-oak dresser.

My hair can only be described as a rat's nest with the way that it knotted together from the tireless movement of my sleep. The jet black strands sticking out every which way. My eyes bags were there underneath my oceanic eyes, but not that noticeable considering my sleeping habits.

I turn my body, swinging my legs over the side of my memory foam bed. My bare feet feeling the fluffy texture of my rug in between my toes.

I stand up, pulling my arms above my head, one of them stretching out as the other holds onto it, in a stretching pose.

I go over to my dresser and grab a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt and some underwear then head over the shower. The bathroom was just to the right of my room, which I'm thankful for considering my tendency to procrastinate my bathroom needs. Not that I don't want to, I just happen to spend more time thinking about it than actually doing the said thing.

My showers are always quick, never being any longer than fifteen minutes.  Just enough time for what I need to get done. And by the time I'm done I have the perfect amount of time to quickly brush my semi-straight teeth, and blow dry my hair.

I wrap the towel around my body, folding the top to make it stay where it is. I then walk the short distance back to my room, but it was still long enough to catch the glimpse of the tic marks my mother and father used to check my height every time I had a new growth spurt.

A smile catches on my face as I open the egg white door that has letters of different sizes spelling out the name 'Lauren'. A slight chuckle releases from me at the memory of my best friend and I deciding to decorate my door in the most annoying way possible. You could see the somewhat faded butterflies, and 'Lisa Frank' stickers splattered in a very disorganized way all over. It definitely screamed the bedroom of an early 2000s Disney movie.

I undo my towel, put on lotion and quickly get dressed, after which I sit myself down on a small wooden chair, placed in front of my dresser. I stare at the mirror in front of me, forcing a smile onto my lips, almost as if practicing the movements. Something I have noticed myself doing at a young age, a weird habit I never truly understood.

I reach for my makeup back bag that is on the top of the dresser, pulling it in front of me and taking out the necessities. I have to make my bags go away, I have to make sure I look flawless. Like nothing is out of place, even though I knew that couldn't be more wrong.