Sociophobia (Boyxboy)

Part 1

Zzz...Zzzz...Zzzz

"Cassie!"

*groan*

"Cassie!" a higher pitched voice followed. It was clear that that voice was my younger sister's.

"No..." I muffled through the sheets. "Go awei..... I wanna sleep some more..." I grabbed a pillow and covered my head with it. Clearly a feeble attempt to mute those footsteps that were growing louder and louder and finally....

BAM!

"Cassie! Cassie! Get up!"

"No....." I rolled over, pillow still firmly over my head.

"Mom's calling you! You have to go to school!"

"I don't like school....."

"Cassie! Grow up! It's not like you can live in your room forever," the little girl persistently shook her brother.

"Ugh..." I forced myself to sit up only to lean forward and smack my forehead on my bony knees which were, thankfully, layered with soft sheets.

"Geez, you're hopeless!"

I could barely hear anything but somehow my brain registered she said that or something like that I guess? I wasn't exactly a morning person and I mean seriously, I AM NOT. A. MORNING. PERSON. Emphasis on the word "NOT" please, thank you. Mornings are incredibly sappy for me. I don't even have the energy to get mad for being woken up. So when 10-year old Roxanne comes barging into my room, (and is currently heaving my corpse out of bed as I'm doing this monologue) I'm not even mad. I just wanna sleep.....

Miraculously, before I knew it, I had teleported onto a chair. What chair? The chair in the dining room. My seat at the dinner table. Well, breakfast table? Yeah, breakfast table in this context.

I finally 'woke up' when Roxy poked my arm with a fork. It's amazing how I didn't feel my head bump down a flight of stairs but I opened my eyes to the width of a crack because someone poked me with silverware.

"What were you doing last night? You look terrible!"

"Sleeping obviously...." I yawned and slumped my head onto the table.

"Watch out Cassie. You might break the glass and more importantly, your head."

My head was on its side. I lazily opened one eye and it met with my mother's back which was turned towards me.

"Yeah...yeah...." I replied and made an attempt to sit up straight. I knew she was only joking but I don't know what made me sit up. It's just....moms have that? Some vibes that tell you to do something even when they don't say it (or give you 'the look' that implies you to do something).

I was still fighting the battle of getting both of my eyes to fully open and get used to the amount of sunlight in the dining room but my mom beat me to it. She already laid my food in front of me while I screamed internally at the pain of so much sunlight streaming into my bloody irises. Literally. I think they're bleeding.....

"Cass, I hear you thinking. Shut up and eat. You scream like a girl," Roxy said with her face nonchalant.

"You would know where I got that from," I sighed and downed the coffee first. That shot of caffeine into my bloodstream blessed me with a fount of energy to glance at her annoyed expression. Hah! Payback.

"Hmm.... Mom? You got it from mom," she fired back coolly.

Really, that mouth of hers is bringing her to places. Good or bad, we'll see.