Heart of Scales

1: Her and him

Ally

I winced as the shrieking noises of my alarm clock rung through the air. Grumbling incoherently, I slammed my hand on top of the annoying contraption wishing for some silence.

Coming to a realization of what day it was, I tensed feeling fatigue wash over me.

Time for school.

Grudgingly lifting myself from my soft and nicely cushioned bed I stretched my arms forward, sighing in satisfaction when I felt the crack of my limbs.

I glanced up at the ceiling of my room, thinking back to my last years of middle school and junior high. Now that I think about it, I went through quite a lot.

Sluggishly leaving my bed I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen up. As I walked I shivered feeling the cold tiles beneath my feet. Staring at myself in the mirror I puckered my lips and struck a pose. Not bad. My hair was in a disarray, my blue pajamas rumpled, and my eyes were about half lidded and hazy from sleep. Again, not that bad.

After showering, blow drying my hair, and slipping on some jeans paired with a black tank top and gray hoodie, I sat myself in front the mirror attached to my small dresser/desk.

Picking a black scrunchy from my desktop, I struggled, my sole intention to tie this long and thick bush into a decent pony tail. Succeeding after about the fifth try, I leaned towards my mirror to apply a bit of mascara.

Minutes later I was making my way down the steps of my house, my sock-covered feet silent against the soft beige carpet. I smiled as the smell of eggs and freshly baked croissants met my nose.

Passing the pictures on the walls of my family I greeted my mother at the foot of the stairs. She was standing before the oven, a pink apron rimmed with hearts tied around her waist.

"Good morning, Mom." I greeted her seating myself in a high chair in front of the counter, awaiting my delicious breakfast. I checked the time on my phone before placing it right beside me.

Her soft hazel eyes met mine and she sent me a warm smile.

"Good morning to you too, Honey."

Picking the eggs from the pan with a wooden spoon she swiped them onto a glass plate and made her way over. I took notice of the croissants and snatched one from the tray at the corner of the counter right by the fruits.

Sliding the plate of food over with a fork she propped her elbows onto the counter and cupped her face with open palms. I eyed her weirdly before I began shoveling eggs into my mouth.

"You excited for school?"

I glanced up, seemingly preoccupied. "Not really." With my mouth full it sounded muffled.

My mom rolled her eyes with a sigh at my blunt reply. "I really hope you don't get into trouble."

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. "You know I'm not the one causing the trouble."

She stood upright and chuckled.

"Okay." The words were dragged out and coated with sarcasm.

Only answering with the roll of my eyes, I stood. Finished with my plate I skipped towards the living room to one of the couches. There sat my book bag, heavy with school supplies. I slung it over my shoulder and gasped with wide eyes and a hung open mouth.