The Memory Box

5. Ever Wondered What I Did During the Morning? (Weekends)

Ever Wondered What I Did During the Morning? (Weekends)

        Anonymous

I’ll always feel no more than halfway real

Till I hear you sing once mo—

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...

          My eyes fluttered open. Stupid alarm clock! I thought bitterly as I glared at the white ceiling of my room. Always waking me up at the BEST part of every dream! EVERY TIME...

          Beep, beep, beep, beep... The alarm clock continued mocking me.

          It stopped after a few seconds and I waited for my mind to fly black to Phantasma and dream on and on and on about la Fantome de l’Opera but, of course, when it was about to begin the annoying thing starts beeping again! Gosh fine! I’ll get up! I said to myself, sitting up, picking up the alarm clock from my bedside table and then switching it off.

          I sat there for a few moments staring at complete darkness. What time is it?! I looked at the clock and held it to my nose. It read 5:45 AM! Why the fudge did I set this on five forty-five in the morning?! 

          Then it hit me. I was supposed to co-write for my Bosnian friend this morning! Haaay... Good thing I remembered, because if I didn’t, I would’ve slept again and woken up in the afternoon!

         I looked at my side, worried that my sister woke up because of the alarm clock, and if she did, she’d be totally furious... But to my relief, I found her still asleep on her bed, wrapped up in her blanket... And by wrapped up, I mean wrapped up, as in like a butterfly in a cocoon. It was a good thing that she was a heavy sleeper! If she wasn’t... I wonder what horrors’ would await me.

          I silently crawled out of my bed, trying not to make a noise... just in case she wakes up.

          Squeak!!! The bed sounded. Bump, bump, bump! I could practically hear my heart beat racing! I looked at her sleeping form again. Do not wake up! I screamed in my head as if she would hear me. She didn’t even stir. Phew... I started getting out of bed again slowly, slowly, slowly... I repeated in my head while I tiptoed my way to the door, and when I was out of the room, I ran straight to mom and dad’s room... tiptoeing again when I reached their door. I turned on the internet, then ran, then tiptoed back to my room.

          I flipped mom’s laptop open when I reached my desk. She doesn’t really use it so much during vacations so I claimed it until school started again. I didn’t shut it down last night so the ‘opening process’ would be faster than booting it up.  (I know that it isn’t good for the laptop... I do it two days every week ONLY!) So, as said in the previous sentence, the laptop did open a lot quicker. It had a finger scanner, so I just swiped my middle finger on it, and at first it said:

TOO FAST

Then I swiped it again, but this time it said:

TOO SLOW

What?! Then I swiped my finger again and again and again and again, until at last it recognized my print and welcomed me to the filled-with-icons desktop of my mom’s laptpop.

          I looked blankly into the ever-so-bright screen of the laptop, having a mental debate about whether I should or should not wash my face first. Maybe I should... I said to myself, remembering what a pastor said in our church during one of the ever-so-many Sundays so far this year. He said, “Do not procrastinate!” But then, I guess my urge to write got the best of me, so I decided it could wait.

          When the screen finally “fully” loaded and could do anything without lag, I moved my cursor to the bottom-left side of the screen and clicked the Start button, then the Google Chrome icon. The laptop was unusually fast this morning! The window shot up and looked like there was NO tomorrow. And when Google’s search bar appeared I suddenly had the urge to type: “How to make origami dogs,” but then I remembered the ‘task’ at hand. I quickly typed in ‘wattpad.com’ instead and stabbed the enter key with my finger. It loaded really fast and when I saw the bubbly orange of the homepage start to pop up I clicked the right-side top of the page, approximately two inches from the edge of the screen. I’ve been using for so long I can click around (fully aware of what I’m doing) without really seeing the actual page! Anyways, I then typed my username and password then pressed enter again.

          The homepage was really ‘welcoming’... Its cheerful orange stung my eyes at first, but after a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw the webpage a lot more clearly. I can’t really describe how modern and bubbly it really looked like... so I suggest that you go check it out later... or now. (Just search: wattpad.com)

          Okay, so first things first, I looked over the new books Wattpad recommended to me to read. I saw one with a really great cover... (Admit it! You choose books with great covers over ones with covers that aren’t as nice!) I put my cursor over it and the title, authors and a bit of the prologue showed up.

The Midnight Ballerina

Jasmine Qisinta

Meg Giry, an aspiring ballet dancer of the opera and daughter of Madame Giry has always been curious about the Opera Ghost. Different from others, she sees the true beauty that lies within...

          I definitely will read that later... then I opened it in a new tab and added it to my library and reading list. Now, on to step two! I went to my profile and checked my message board. Nothing new, just a few ‘Thanks for fanning’ messages, so I decided to look at my inbox. Julietta, my co-writer, messaged me! I clicked it then read the short message. Gosh... She was on a temporary leave. It was something about getting back to school. So I decided to send my readers a note about her temporary leave and how I wouldn’t be updating one of my stories until she’s back... and until then, they can read my other story, ‘Behind the Mask.’

          After I did my whole morning ‘check everything’ cycle, I looked at my chat bar to see if anyone was online... hopefully my Bosnian co-writer, Alja. And to my joy she was online! I quickly clicked her name (name -> username -> -> The_Phantom_Writer) and typed in “Hi!”

          Just in case you forgot, she’s my co-writer for ‘Behind the Mask’ and we kind of needed to get on with the twentieth chapter. So I was already thinking up a few questions to ask her so I could understand what she wanted to happen in the twentieth chapter and get into my writing feels...

         “Hey!” She replied and then quickly added, “wrote le 1st part of my new chap fro ‘Frozen Heart’... mind reading it?”

          “Sure!” I replied. “What do you want to happen in the next chap of ‘BTM’? -> by the way.”

          “I think Florence/Richard should get pranked (again) by Madame Giry!!!”

          “Lol... k! Other than that?”

          Then the conversation went on and on and on and on (^100) until the sun finally showed itself (with a dramatic entrance), mom was awake and the chapter was almost done. Then, as always, I had to get up from my awesome chair of inspiration and eat breakfast.

          “Chat ya later?” She typed in as a goodbye.

          “Yep! Be sure to be on around night at your place (time-zones!)...” I replied, then stood up and ran to finally get something into my aching belly.

The END?

A/N  The author of this is ME