Slender

Chapter Seven

Chapter seven

I snapped awake. I clutched my phone in my hands looking at the time. It was roughly about four in the morning. I had cold sweat running down my cheek and I felt it on my back too. I instantly grabbed my light remote and switched on the light breathing out a sigh of relief. I wallowed in the light for a few minutes rethinking my dream and kicking my feet back underneath my comforter that was scrunched up at the bottom for my nightmare kicking. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy from my nightmare, so I turned on the television to watch some mind numbing Disney channel. I felt my eyelids get heavy after about ten minutes and turned off my light and television falling back asleep in just a few minutes after.

My alarm sounded again, this time for real, to the sound of Toxic by Britney Spears. I was exhausted from my restless sleep last night, but I drug myself out of bed with all of the strength I could muster through my clouded head. My feet were cold on my hardwood floor, and so were my arms from my on high fan. I leaned over to my nightstand clicking the ‘off’ button on my light remote, and feeling the relief of warmth begin to pour back over my skin. I changed out of my clothes, and slid into some dark blue jean skinnies, my leather studded high tops, and pulling over a white tee shirt with thick lace down the sides of it and had a silver sequined diamond on the center of it. I drug my feet into the bathroom just wanting to sit down, and ran the brush through my naturally wavy hair that was a little extra wavy from falling asleep with it wet. I straightened it and liked the way it looked with all my rough layers poking out, dabbed on a little foundation, brushed my teeth quickly as well as swabbed on some deodorant.

I yawned and swung my back over my shoulder. I checked the time on my phone that I pulled off of my rumpled bed sheets and it had been thirty minutes since I got out of bed, even though it felt like I had gotten ready in seconds. I guess thirty minutes was fast for a teenage girl. I drug my stuff out of my room into the kitchen that had a wrap around knock off granite counter tops with rich mahogany cabinets spread out everywhere and all the appliances were matching fake stainless steel. I pulled out the jar of pickles and ate a few with a big swig of acidy pickle juice, and then I popped a piece of Shaun White gum in between my lips so my breath didn’t smell like pickles. I walked into my living room through my kitchen. My whole house was an open floor plan. The only rooms we had upstairs that were enclosed were my parents bedroom, me and my sister’s, the bathroom, and the office kind of. It had glass doors, so I didn’t really know if that counted or not.

As soon as I perched myself onto the armrest of the greenish white couch; headlights veered through my red glass front door showing that my cousin arrived to drive me to school. I hurried out the door pacing quickly down my long stone porch through the trickling rain, and into my cousins ugly 1950’s car. It had so many problems and worst of all it was the color of dump with a pink and yellow stripe down it. It looked like the automobile god had taken a shit and that was it.

That may be a bit overdramatic, but it was the truth. We bumped down my rough gravel driveway past the two pieces of trailer trash, and the run down yellow house owned by a drunk and his mother, and onto then pulled onto the long stretch of road down the scenic strip that connected the highway to town.  I always played on my phone through the drive; checking Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Polyvore, Blogspot, Flickr, Wanelo, etc. I was what some might call… the blogging type. I had practically every known blog site in the history of blog sites. Alternative music crawled out from the speakers and I tapped my feet to the rhythm singing along silently. The morning and afternoon car rides were silent relaxation from exhaustion. The grey sky contrasting upon the yellowing green leaves gave off a saddening feeling. The trees were all so crunched together. No one really cut them down since it was such a small town we. We had no reason to, because we had no need to make highways and large businesses. The trees loomed in an ominous way as if they were holding something, as if they were watching. I turned the other direction and waited until we got to school patiently.