To Be treated as a Queen

Chapter 3

 I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone alarm going off, loudly.

"Dang it." I could've sworn that I turned that stupid thing off.

I checked the time. It was just past seven, way too early to be up on a Saturday.

I let out a groan and flopped back on my stomach trying to get comfy again.

Ugh, why is it so bright in here?

Ha-ha right, how could forget, it's that thing called the sun.

Perfect. How am I suppose to go back to sleep now?

Crab apples.....

I sat up and pulled the left side of my hair down.

'Might as well get up.' I jumped a little at the sound if my own voice.

I got up and walked over to the window.

Yup that's definitely the sun out there.

I let out a long yawn and stretched as I turned around to my dresser.

Need to get dressed since I'm up.

I pulled out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a loose black off the shoulder short sleeve shirt.

I fixed my asymmetrical hair with a little hairspray on the shorter side and teased the top just a little for some extra volume. I applied some eyeliner and mascara.

My stomach let out a growl making me realize I was hungry.

I made my way into the kitchen for some cereal.

Mom was at the table in her purple night gown with her long red hair pulled up, companied by her morning cup of coffee and a half eaten piece of toast. She was busy doing some kind of puzzle in the paper. With all of her focus on the problem, she didn't realize I was in the room.

"Mornin' momma." She jumped a little as I closed the cupboard with the bowls in it.

"Oh, yes, good morning Abby." She smiled and switched back to puzzle mode.

I dumped me a bowl of lucky charms and poured some milk on it before devouring it.

I was sitting on the old blue couch in the living room, watching TV, when Erica called me, practically begging for me to head over to her place. Mom was out with her friend Trisha, so I wrote a note of where I would be and placed on the fridge.

I slipped on my black chucks and my red scarlet hoody, out the door I went.

As I walked up onto the porch of Erica's house I turned around and looked at the sky, coming along the beautiful blue and sunny skies was a herd of heavy dark clouds, just waiting to let loose.

I was greeted at the door by Erica's little brother, Damian, trying his hardest to pull their Bulldog, Crisco, out of the way.

"Siss-coooo... Moooovahh!!!"

It was cute because Damain was only five and missing his two front teeth.

I couldn't help but laugh.

When he finally got the fat dog to move, he greeted me in the usual way.

"Urk will be down soon." He stood there and just smiled a goofy toothless grin.

"Oky Poky Bubba, sounds like a plan." I smiled at him and patted his head, making my way into the living room. I sat down in their big white leather chair and sunk down in the seat.

Erica's parents were not around very often. Both were very involved with their careers, her dad was head of a big fancy law firm, and her mom was a secretary for Evandale Mercy Hospital. When they were home their major priorities was that the kids were alive and behaving and that they kept the house spotless and with nothing out of place, nothing.