Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17-

I sleep most the night, dreamlessly tossing and turning under my covers. In truth it was a horrible night to be alone. It was chilly and hot at the same time and my thick blanket did nothing to help that. It was such a sad fate I didn’t even have anything sweet to dream about like most people.

I recognize the familiar feeling of Georgia shaking me awake in the morning.

I moan and peak out at her. To my surprise it isn’t Georgia who waking me up this morning but instead some short haired blond lady with bright brown eyes.

She’s probably new. Probably not. I don’t know. Paying attention to the maids was not one of my favorite things to do.

“Morning Mate. Georgia sent me to wake you, says it time for school.” Her Australian accent is thick but her voice is soft and sweet. I sit up, kind of interested in her.  The most Australian I’ve heard is on HBO.

“Alright then, Breakfast is on the table. Just come down when you’re ready.” I nod and she nods back, kind of mimicking me.

There is a minute of awkward silence in the air. I bet she’s wondering what happened to my room. Ha! I crack a grin. She eyes me the way Georgia would before she turns on her heels and leaves. I roll my eyes and fall back on my bed.

Why would Georgia send someone to wake me? Since when doesn’t she wake me up?

 I pout and sit back up, contemplating my options. 

Maybe if I dress slowly I’ll miss the bus and I won’t have to go.

Wait…I don’t take the bus.

Fuck. My. Life.

I get out of bed carefully, my muscles a little tense from the horrid last night.

I shower slowly and the water is warm and feels like heaven on my sore wrist.

It takes me a little longer than 20 minutes to get out, not notice the fain blood stain on my carpet, not look at myself naked in the mirror for longer than 2 minutes. Not do something nice with my hair instead leaving it in a boring pony-tail, not put on the ton of makeup mom bought me even though I know she would love me too. Not clean up my mess from last night. Not tuck in the hem of my uniform shirt in my pants and not be ready for school.

My face is dull. It doesn’t shine like Santana’s does. Maybe that’s why mom hates my guts.

She’s already downstairs eating pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages and berries when I get downstairs.

That’s an odd sight. I sit down in my usual seat.

She glares at me. “You look disgusting Lillian. Did you even try this morning?”

I look down at myself. She is right I bet but I think the fact that she’s inhaling a rather large breakfast is more interesting.

Since when does she eat anything but salad?

“Oh, Lilly hunny, stand up.” Georgia ushers me out of my seat and tucks in my shirt. “Lilly? What happened to the gaze? Jesus Lilly, you weren’t supposed to take that off…” She runs her thumb over my sore wrist sighing. “Sit and eat I’ll get something to put over it.”

I nod and sit back down once she’s out of the room mom and I make an awkward eye contact. We share the same eyes. At least I use to think so. Her eyes are a creamy brown. When I was little I used to think I we were twins because of how much we resembled. Of course that made no sense and I grew up and out of my childish looks, therefore looking less like mom -