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6| The Letter

Sunday | October 9th, 2016 | Katerina

"Katerina, I need you to wake up," I heard Mom say quietly.

I groaned and snuggled further into my fluffy pillow. There was no way in hell I was leaving my warm, comfy bed.

"Katerina, get up."

"No," I mumbled.

"Katerina, if you don't get up right this minute I will extend your punishment," she threatened.

I huffed in annoyance and peeled my eyes open to see Mom standing beside my bed with her arms crossed, annoyance written all over her face. She shouldn't even be annoyed. She was disturbing my rest.

My eyes lazily trailed over to the clock on my bedside table. The sight of the bright red numbers had me rolling my eyes and pulling the covers over my head.

7:00 AM.

She woke me up seven in the morning on a fucking Sunday.

I pulled the covers off me and asked, "Why are you waking me up this early on a Sunday?"

"Eliana's parents invited us out to have breakfast with them," she answered. "I forgot to mention it to you yesterday."

I narrowed my eyes at her. She was lying. She didn't forget. She just didn't want to tell me. This was payback for me eating the spaghetti casserole yesterday.

"Hurry up and get ready. We're leaving at eight." She left before I even started an argument with her.

I face-planted into my pillow and groaned.

Why does the universe hate me?

Stop being dramatic and get up. No one told you to go to sleep at two in the morning.

Fuck off, Rekka. I'm not in the mood for your shit.

I'm not in the mood for yours either.

I muttered curses under my breath as I threw my covers off and dragged myself out of bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and grabbed what I needed to shower. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and had brushed my teeth.

I didn't put any effort into dressing decently. I had thrown on gray Adidas sweatshorts, a white muscle shirt, and my Adidas slides. I didn't do much with my hair either. It was still damp from my shower, so I threw it up into a ponytail.

There was still some time before we had to leave, so I made my bed and straightened up the rest of my room. Mom had been nice enough to give my phone back, so I spent the rest of my time mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr.

"Katerina! Time to go!" Mom shouted from downstairs, making my ears ring.

I growled lowly and shouted back, "You don't have to yell!"

She was being really spiteful today. All over some fucking casserole. It's not even that serious.

I angrily shoved my phone in my pocket and snatched the matching Adidas hoodie off the hanger in my closest and pulled it on. I grabbed my wallet and lanyard that had my housekey and shoved those in my pocket as well. I knew for a fact that my parents were going to make me pay for my own shit because they were petty like that.

I stomped down the stairs, only to be met with glares from both of my parents.

"Lose the attitude, young lady," Dad said.

"I don't have an attitude," I snapped.

"Don't talk to your father like that, Katerina," Mom chimed in. "You're still on thin ice."