Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I start high school and you meet my crazy friends

4:07
Boston's suburbs are asleep, I'm not. I bet there are lots of kids awake like me, it's the first day of school, everyone is feeling a little sick or queazy. The sun is hidden away, shining on the other side of the world. A few birds hiccup, some crazy old dude is probably on his way to fish somewhere and I'm almost positive I can hear the squirrels getting up.
This worries me.
My mom is kind of anti-squirrel at the moment since they destroyed her garden a month ago so I'm really worried there might be a squirrel funeral service in my backyard soon.
Then my mom will kill all the other squirrels with her weird killing spray and there will just be death everywhere.
Instead of dwelling on this thought for god knows how long, I pick up my phone and send a text to my best friend, Winona Dawn:

Me: Are you awake?
I wait.
A response two seconds later, excitement.
Winona: No
Me: that's kind of impossible because you just texted me.
Winona: do you want me to report you as a stalker?
Me: No
Winona: Then go to sleep, rest, stop bugging me, you'll be fine.
Me: Winona, I love you (in best friend way)
Winona: Why do you do that bracket shit?
Me: because remember how many people came out in the last week of school?
Winona: that was the group of kids that were sold pot cupcakes.
Me: oh
Winona: Yeah, let me sleep.
Me: Wait, that was at our school?
Winona: No, that was Redford.
Me: Okay.
Winona: go to sleep.
Me: Fine.

I try to sleep but the activity in my brain carries on buzzing, I'm not sleeping. I decide to arise and go to my window, to see if my neighbor/best friend is really asleep.
No, her light is still on.
I also see the crazy old man who lives a few houses down from us with his fishing rod.
It scares me to think some people can be ready to breathe and start their day at four in the morning. They probably brush teeth at three in the morning(that's, like, nighttime), they make their eggs and then they go do something stupid.
Instead of thinking even more idiotic thoughts, I grab my phone again and type in instantly:

Me:Liar
Winona: What are you talking about?
Me: You're as awake as I am!
Winona: Yeah, but I don't feel like being wracked with more worry by you.
Me: I'm not making you worried!
Winona: Fine, then what do you want to talk about?
Me: This is really important, so don't stop texting now.
Winona: I'm here, Keoria, you've stuck me here.

I don't actually know what to talk to her about. Oh, I know!

Me: Okay, do you think people will admire my big boobs?

This is an exact 'you tried and failed' moment.

Winona: Oh my god... That's the least important thing in this world.
Me: Remember this, I would only ask you or Violet these sort of questions.
Winona: I just came up with a idea! You text Violet whilst I go to sleep.
Me: I tried, she wouldn't answer.

This is a lie, I just feel like irritating Winona.
Let's just say that Winona figures this out and starts ignoring me, her light remains on and she is probably reading.
So I join her.
I pick up my current novel , The Bell Jar. I decide to go all cliche on it and take a selfie of the book in front of my face and text it to Winona.
She doesn't respond.
So I carry on reading, that will speed up time.

7:05

Morning. Finally! I arise, my alarm on my phone screeching in my face.
My closet is open, opportunities await.
By opportunities, I mean my clothes.
I stare at my closet for about ten minutes before deciding what to wear.
I know exactly what I'm going to do: 'The Effy'.
I know what I'm about to tell you is really weird but I'll tell you anyway: Effy is a character from a TV show called Skins UK that I've actually never watched because my mom won't let me. I've never seen Effy in action, I've only seen Tumblr styled photos of her. Despite all of this, I have come to idolize her. This includes dressing like her except adding more material to the outfits because my mom acts like we're living in a church basement.
I take a black under-top and a white tank top with the black text 'Live Fast, Die Young' written in American Typewriter in large letters upon the shirt. I also put on my black lace-up boots.
I move to the bathroom of the second floor of the house, lucky enough to beat Chris , he's probably checking if anything interesting happened to his body over the summer so he can boast at school.
He does this every time we go back to school after a long break. It is one of the things I leave him to do by himself because he's kind of a loser who I struggle to have sympathy for.
Rushing into the bathroom, I close the door and draw myself into the mirror. I take as much time as I need, applying my dark look of mascara , lipstick and lipgloss. I then comb my naturally wavy hair which my mom thinks I should take better care of.
By this, she means that I should I blow dry my hair instead of naturally drying it.
Basically, she wants to murder my hair.
By the time I walk out the bathroom, I'm surprised.
No Chris.
He normally would've of been pounding on the door by now.
"North Korea!" He'd yell, "North Korea, I bet your stupid makeup looks terrible enough! Get. Out!"
He calls me North Korea when he's irritated with me and South Korea when he's teasing me. I don't why he does it but I let him do it because he struggles to come up with better insults.
Oh well, if he's overslept then that's his problem.