Mutants

Chapter 1: You're the cure

I woke to my alarm beeping, yelling at me to open my eyes. To hell with that I was still tired. I moaned and rolled to the far side of my bed, away from the beeping devil, and I threw my sheet over my head. I tried my best to ignore the damn thing and I could have just hit sleep, but now it was too far, and I was not going back to sleep.

"Cleara! Get-up!" hissed a voice, and I knew what what was coming...No, no, no- my bedroom light flashed on and I groan, going deeper under my blanket. I didn't hear anything except my alarm for a while, and I thought she was gone and I could get at least 10 more minutes of sleep, until my blankets flew off my bed and I let out a screech. "MOM!" I yelled, curling into a ball.

"Get up." she said, turning off the devil clock. She left and I sat up, and stared sleepily at the wall for a while longer like I normally do. I fucking hated Mondays. Who didn't? It's not like I was going to go to an actual school with my eye "Condition". I was just going to sit at my dinning room table, doing school work for six hours, not moving.

Whoopy!

I stood, but too fast and I floated through space and time for a moment. When I came to, I walked over to my closet and grabbed black leggings and tank top, and my favorite, baggy, beige sweatshirt.In the bathroom across the hall, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, used the toilet, threw my hair up in a messy ponytail. Turning off the light, I headed downstairs, the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast filling my nose, but I wasn't getting any meat. I'm vegetarian, only fruits and veggies for me. I love animals, and I can't bare knowing that meat was once a living breathing creature. Mom was cooking bacon on the stove top, and I headed to the fridge to get my favorite Greek yogurt with raspberries and oats bits. I ate at are little wooden table.

"Morning sleepy head." Mom said, placing the cooked bacon in a bowl, "How'd you sleep?"

"You already know the answer to that." I said, putting a spoonful of yogurt in my mouth.

Mom sat down across from me, "You not sleeping well again? Nightmares?'

"Yeah."

Mom looked at me, blue eyes showing concern, "I want you to go to bed a little earlier. I'll go get you some sleeping medication later today."

I took in another spoon full of yogurt, "Am I not already taking too much meds?"

"It won't hurt you to take sleeping meds. You'll just take them until you start to sleep again." She said, taking a bite of bacon.

"Whatever you say. " I said, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. We ate in silence for a few minutes, until we heard someone thumping down the stairs. The one and only noisy Mike.

"There are my two beautiful ladies." He said with his scary ass big grin he always has on his face.

"Morning, babe." Mom said getting up and kissing him. Then they started cuddling and giggling and kissing in front of me. They knew they were grossing me out, so they kept doing it. I decided I'd play along too, "If you guys are going to have sex on the counter, can you at least wait until I'm done my yogurt?" They stopped and looked at me, and I just took another spoon of yogurt.

Mom rolled her eyes, "Ah! You're no fun at all." Mike just laughed and sat down at the table. Mike and mom had met on a dating website when I was about five or six. They have been together ever since. He moved in two years ago, and proposed to mom a few months ago.

Mike cleared his throat, "You know, Cleara, you shouldn't be embarrassed about things like that. It's natural, and beautiful-"

I stopped him right there by holding up my hands, "Whoa! Hold that thought and never have it leave your head. I've already had the birds and the bees talk with Mom, I don't need it from you too."