𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

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Arcane's POV:

It's Saturday today. The weather has been nothing but beautiful. Cloudy but not raining. It's also pretty windy, and mum has been complaining all morning about the weather being so chilly. Personally, I love it. It feels like as if autumn just decided to finally peek in after the long summer, even though it's mid-September. I absolutely love the perfect cloudy, windy, chilly weather. Though, i can't say I'm a fan of the rain. Light rain is fine since it's pretty chill, too, with the perfect temperature but heavy rain and thunderstorm? No, thank you. I've spent enough sleepless nights under my blanket whenever there's a thunderstorm. My body couldn't take it anymore. I think i ran out of tears, too.

Another reason why i love this weather so much is that because I can wear my blue jacket without feeling like a turkey in the oven all day. I love my blue jacket. That thing is basically another vital organ of mine. I need it like i need my lungs. Dad bought me that jacket at my 13th birthday. It used to be very oversized when i first wear it. It's almost like a dress, but i loved it. Now, it's more like a crop-top jacket. I mean, i did chopped off the ends after almost burning it from the barbeque night my school held when i was 14. To be honest, it made my jacket more stylish now since it's not even that cropped, so it's still my taste of clothing.

The war between mum and dad is at the intense peaks lately. Even if dad dropped his spoon, mum would point it out, and they would start bickering again. Oh, who am i kidding? They're not even bickering. That's a way too kind word to describe their routine. They bicker whenever they get along. On normal circumstances, they had fights with each other. It has been like this for 9 fucking years. Yea, they started having quarrels since i was fucking 5 years old. They actually had problems since the very start but mum was pregnant with me so they were stuck together and apparently in their mind, its best for their only daughter that they stayed together despite their battle against each other every day. Spoiler alerts, its not.

Anyway, I woke up today with an excellent mood due to the weather. Dad has gone to work early in the morning for the past week. He's been working all day, even on weekends. Mum must've been pretty happy since she gets to go out anytime and spend all his money. She loves spoiling herself with dad's money. I'm not saying i don't like it when i have money, it's just that money could make you drunk and not think straight.

After i shower, i brushed my dark ash brown hair. Its not really pretty since my hair is wolf-cut hair but at least it's lightweight and doesn't take me forever to style. I really wish I'm one of those pretty girls with long, silky hair. They could style it with any hairstyle they want. I can't tie my hair a lot since its short. But, it is more convenient for me to have short hair rather than long hair. Maybe when i graduated, I'll be able to have any kind of hairstyle i want. For now, I'll just let my hair loose.

My clothes that i picked for today is just a simple fit that i wore almost every day. White button-up shirt, black cargo skirt and my blue jacket. I put on my vintage brown boots and went downstairs.

The house was filled with silent. And broken glass from last night. Mom has gone out for brunch, i guess. She always does. Going out with her girlfriends and went on a shopping spree, buying stupid stuff that cost an arm and a leg. Maybe she should consider buying her damsel in distress daughter some food because she definitely didn't leave me some breakfast. Great.

I raided the fridge, trying to search a bite of breakfast but i guess the only food left is some rotten and moldy food that smells so horrible i felt like puking right that moment. What kind of person kept moldy cheese, apple and rotten juice on the fridge? I guess the answer is my parents. As i looked in the fridge, i got a little intrusive thought that told me to give the moldy cheese to some rats on the attic. Not such a bad idea in my opinion but i couldn't just ruin some innocent rat's stomach, couldn't i?

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