The Malvada Household

Chapter 2

When You Have One Friend, What's One More?

             The one thing I hadn't gotten in a while was good rest. And for the first time in a while, I had that. Which was soon interrupted by the sound of my phone alarm going off. It had the same ringtone it usually had. The sound was loud, and only aggravated me. I never knew why I had picked a sound that was so annoying, never bothering to change it. Soon after, my second alarm walked through my bedroom door.

"Olivia, hurry up. I'm leaving early today, I have to get to work." My mother said, holding the door handle.

"Wish you would've told me last night before I went to bed," I sat up, a frustrated look on my face.

It always upset me when she left me in the dark about information such as that. Mother shook her head and began to close my door.

"Just hurry up," she responded, closing the door right after.

I took a deep breath and then got up. I grabbed a freshly prepared pair of socks that I had put on my desk as I rushed over to my closet. I then opened my closet door and pulled out some simple clothes. Stumbling to get my pants on, I tripped over my pant legs as I tried to pull them over my hips. I was in a hurry, obviously, having no time to do much of anything. I then zipped out my bedroom door and went to the bathroom. Giving my hair and teeth a quick brushing. After that, I would rush downstairs. My school shoes were waiting for me by the door, along with my mother.

"Good, you're ready. Did you grab anything for breakfast?"

I sighed, rushing to the kitchen. If I didn't get something to eat, my mother would tell me that I was missing the energy that I needed to get my day started. I quickly grabbed an apple from a bowl that sat on the counter, and then ran back. Mother gave me a nod and opened the door, walking out. She made her way to the car as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. As I made my way over, movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked over to see what it was, or who it was. Down the street a few houses down, I saw three people. I examined the unfamiliar faces. They were two girls, seeming to be around my age. I assumed they were the new students I heard about. But there was only supposed to be one, that's what I thought, it's what I had heard. One of the girls had red hair that went down to her back, stopping half way. The girl wore glasses, along with a matching black jacket. She seemed like a serious person. Something about her appearance seemed stuck up. The other girl had her entire head collared pink. It was an odd choice when I thought about it. It stood out though, and I enjoyed the confidence. The girl had a pink jacket with a white, fluffy rim around the hood. She looked down at the floor as she approached their car. She didn't look sad, but she didn't look too thrilled either. Her face looked peaceful as she kept her eyes on the ground. Soon enough, the two would get into the car. My sight of them had gone. They were too far for me to get a great look at their features. I went to look away and focus on getting myself in the car, but it was then a taller figure came into sight. A woman, what seemed to be their mother. A woman with dark brown hair walked out to her car, a smile upon her face. She seemed like a joyful woman, but of course. Her appearance was short-lived as she opened the driver side door and got inside.

"Olivia, car, now," my mother called, shutting her car door.

I let out a sigh and walked around to my side, the passenger side. I opened the door and got in, closing it once I sat comfortable in my seat.

"You need to focus on getting to school, Olivia. You just wasted some precious time."

I looked out the window saying nothing. I've learned that the silent treatment works most of the time. If I don't argue, it saves us both the trouble. She started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Shortly after, a red car followed behind ours.