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Chapter 5- Goodbye, normal Olivia

Chapter 5

"Olivia, Mariana says that you need to wake up," a familiar, yet undesirable, voice gently said.

The body that belonged to that voice shook me ever-so-slightly. I slowly opened my eyes and the man who I despised came into focus. Jon, Mariana's stupid husband. He was lazy, uneducated, and a pig. Speaking of which, he looked like it was the middle of the night instead of seven in the morning. He was squinting and still wearing a tee shirt and boxers.

"Don't touch me," I hissed, slapping his hands away.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling. That imbecile actually thought that I was kidding. I continued to glare at him. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and ran a hand through his untidy sandy brown hair.

"Leave. Now." I demanded. I was not about to get out of bed sporting only pajamas. Jon cocked his head to the side, his puny brain thinking about what I just said.

"Good idea, kiddo. I really need to get some more shut-eye," He said. And with that, he left my room, slamming the door shut. Good, let him dream of his drunken sheep.

The second that animal left, I jumped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. The white tiles felt cold against my bare feet, but my mind was otherwise preoccupied.

Monotonously, I brushed my teeth and washed my face with one of those cleansers that proved that you'll have less acne when you used it. Less acne, my butt.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a good ten seconds. I was the definition of normal- messy hair, freckles, never a trace of makeup.

This was probably the last day of Normal Olivia, my annoying inner voice told me, Say goodbye to this Olivia and hello to Celebrity Olivia.

Shut up, inner voice, you don't know what you're talking about, my other inner voice snarled.

I groaned audibly, seeing as I was probably going crazy. I mean, no sane person has debates with their inner voice. There was probably something wrong with me. There always was, especially since I started to have those dreams.

Expelling those strange thoughts, I styled my hair into the tight braid that went to my shoulder.

Turning on my heel, I exited the bathroom and walked to my room to get dressed. I went to my nearly empty wardrobe and picked out a worn pair of jeans and a New York Rangers sweatshirt. Getting on my hands and knees, I fished out a pair of green converse from the back of the wardrobe. They were battered, nearly colorless, and dirty. Ironically (or not so ironically in my case), they were my favorite pair of shoes.

I went over to my nightstand and plucked a necklace from it and put it around my neck. It was a Star of David with a single amethyst stone in the middle. My dad got it for me when I was twelve. I kissed it and unzipped my suitcase. With a slight smile, I carefully placed it in a zippered section of it.

Getting back to reality, I checked my clock. 7:31. Harold and Blake were coming for me at 8.

I plopped down on my colorful rug and leaned my back against the wall.

Now that I had time to think, the flashbacks from last night came at a mile per minute. Ryan. Kissed. Me. My best friend since kindergarten who made mud pies with me and screamed 'Cooties!' in my face.

What the heck did he see in me? I wasn't not pretty, smart, athletic, and I was definitely not nice. I can sing. Big whoop. Most of the girls in this entire freaking world can sing. Did I see anything in him?

I took my hair and twirled the end of my blond braid. What Ryan said to me last night kept replaying in my brain. 'Do me a favor? Find yourself in California.' What does "Find yourself" mean? I was right here. That guy liked English class too much. He literally spoke in riddles. Maybe he was a riddle himself.