Hating Emilia

01

-Emilia Diaz-

My alarm goes off. I can't tell if I'm either dreading going to school or fine with it.

Not that I hate school, but not that I love it either, it at least lets me get out of the house

It's my senior year this year, and it's probably the most stressful, I want to get into a really good college.

I shut the alarm off and get up to get ready, I turn my bathroom lights on and rub my eyes turning the shower on

Once I'm done I get out, brush my teeth and do skin care, I'm excited to see my friends, we haven't really hung out this summer sadly.

I mostly spent the summer either reading, listening to music or with my siblings.

Silas says there's not much to worry about with how much I care about my grades. I believe other wise. Miss perfection. I do like things being perfect.

I shut my bathroom lights off and go to pick out an outfit, I choose jeans and a shirt with a star on it

I hear a scratch on the door and open it seeing Bambi "hey Bambi" I smile and pat her head, she jumps on my bed that's not made yet.

Once I change I do some makeup, I draw over the little freckles I have, I think my grandmother on my fathers side had freckles, that's what he told me.

I wish I got to meet her, the stories of her seem nice and interesting.

My parents aren't that open about their past, but if we asked they'd say.

I hear a knock on my door as I'm adding lipgloss, can't really talk, my mother opens the door "hey mom" I say closing it, she smiles softly rubbing her eyes

"Did papà wake you?" I ask she sighed "yeah, he should get better at not doing that she smiled, I smile back at her

"Do you want your father or me to drive you today?" I ask, I shrug "I don't mind, but papà has to drive the other way" I say and she nods "I'll let you finish up, I have to feed Bambi now." She says and I nod as Bambi jumps off my bed.

I get up and go over to bed and make it, I put the bear stuffed animal Evelyn and Elijah got me for my birthday when I was younger.

My birthday is this month, September twentieth, not sure how to feel that I'll be eighteen in a few weeks.

Once I'm done with my bed I fix my hair since I forgot to do that.

I add jewelry, earrings and necklaces, I love the dove necklace I have.

I got it on my sixteenth birthday from my parents and haven't stopped wearing it since.

I mostly wear gold, but sometimes wear silver, I run my fingers through my hair when I'm done.

Now that I think of it I don't wanna deal with bullshit. Ever since the little stutter I had in elementary school I get made fun of for it.

It's annoying, really. I shake my thoughts away and grab my bag, I had to get a new bag since mine ripped, I got one of those messenger bags instead

I decorated a bit of it, mostly let Sophia decorate it, there's two doves on the straps along with the bag

Whatever I didn't put in my bag last night I put in it now, which was mostly my pencil case, phone charger and AirPods

I got downstairs and hear arguing "Leo shut the fuck up." My father grits, Leo shrugs

"You know what, make me, you know you love me" he grins I sit at the counter and my father looks at me "hey Em" he says "hi, can I have a Celsius?" I ask and he nods