Someone, Somewhere (Sequel to The Lavery Twins)

Someone, Somewhere - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3.

　

A L L Y

　

I woke up to "Someone, Somewhere" by Asking Alexandria blaring through my phone. You know, they say that once you set a good song as your alarm every morning, you eventually grow to hate that particular song. I kind of agree, but seriously how could I ever hate an Asking Alexandria song, though? It's pure magic, pure sex in a band.

Anyways, so aside that, my mom started screaming at me to 'turn that shit music off before the neighbours complain'. UM excuse you, mother, but the music isn't even that loud. And, even if it was, do you really think I give a rat's ass about what the neighbours think of me?

Never. But I turned the music off anyway.

I dragged my sorry ass out of my warm, toasty heavenly bed and groaned at the world. Why must school start so early? Why can't school start at like, nine in the morning instead of eight? Only an hour difference but still, a great difference. I know how a lot of schools start at like 7 o'clock, and would probably wish to be in my position.

I don't give a shit. MY school starts way too early for MY liking. That's all that matters. And I have to set my alarm for 6:15 anyways so I can have enough time to do my hair and plastic surgery to my face. (By plastic surgery, I mean caking makeup on which is basically equivalent to plastic surgery, in my case.)

But shit I really had to pee.

After I went to the bathroom and 'woke up', that's when I smelled breakfast downstairs. Normally, my mom just kind of lets me do my own thing -- barely ever makes breakfast during the week, only on weekends. So I was a bit curious....and scared. I wonder if someone died.

Confused, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen with my mouth watering as I smelled pancakes and....HOLY SHIT, IS THAT BACON?

"Mom?" I exclaimed, hopping into the kitchen to see my mom frying bacon. I froze in place, my eyes bulging out of my head as I stared at this strange woman's back.

"Good morning, finally," my mom chirped, looking over her shoulder at me. My mom's a cute little thing. Her name's Patricia, and is around 5'4, and pretty thin for her age with short-cropped blonde hair and blue eyes like my own. My mom was pretty edgy, and she's what you may call a 'Rocker'. While she can be a sweet, warm motherly-mother, she can also be a cool rockabilly pixie who listens to Led Zeppelin and Iron Maiden. I mean, really, her and my dad met at a Maiden concert.

"What's going on, mom?" I asked, slowly walking to the table. "Did someone...die?"

My mom narrowed her eyes at me for a second before rolling them. "No, Ally, I wouldn't be making a nice breakfast smiling like an idiot if someone died. I don't know how you handle death but I don't do that."

"Okay, then what?" I watched my mom as she randomly hummed a tune as she put the bacon onto a plate. I was secretly screaming at her to give some to me already.