Time After Time

1. Time After Time - Introduction of my Life.

Chapter One - Introduction of my Life.

I open my eyes a second before the alarm clock usually goes off. I reach under my pillow and search for a familiar small, rectangular device. When my hand makes contact with something cold-ish, I pull it out and turn off the alarm. I wait until the screen goes blank and simply stare at the iPod – one of the very few things my parents ever gave me.

                Taking in a deep breath, I throw my iPod on the bed and walk to the bathroom to the right of my bed (right next to my closet). I walk over to the sink and look at the mirror, my reflection mocking me.

                My shoulder-length brown hair somehow ends up straight as soon as I wake up (So that’s my bed hair) and is now resting on both my shoulders. My grey eyes never seemed dull despite everything that I’m going through. But they don’t seem hopeful either because I know things aren’t going to change so soon. I guess my eyes look … normal. My nose is still slender and my dark-pink-almost-red lips are framed into a small frown. I quickly change it into a straight line, showing no emotion what-so-ever.

                Looking away from the mirror, I brush my teeth, focusing on the tiles of the wall and let my mind wander off to nothing in particular. I take a relaxing shower (not too long and not too short).

                I walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and pick an outfit from my closet. I woke up at 6, school starts at 8 and I took half an hour in the bathroom. That gives an hour and a half to get ready, feed Todd breakfast, eat some myself, drop him off at school and catch the bus to mine.

                I let out a large, heavy sigh before throwing on my clothes. Apparently, I chose a lose black short (that reaches my knee just the way I like shorts) and a loose beige shirt that says something about an illusion of sex. I put the towel around my hair and walk across the hall to my little brother’s room to wake him up.

                Surprisingly, he’s in front of his bed, and just finished putting on his shirt. I quickly glance at the clock next to his bed.

                “Todd, it’s not even 7 yet and you’re already up?” I smile, feeling slightly proud at my almost-8-year-old brother. He has my dad’s blonde hair but my mom’s hazel eyes (while I obviously have my mom’s hair and my dad’s eyes). All four of us (Mom, Dad, Todd and I) have pale skin with a hint of Brazilian tan if that makes sense. It doesn’t make sense to me – I mean, none of us are Brazilian nor have we ever been to Brazil.

                My brother grins at me. “I’m a good boy, just like you said yesterday.” I lied to him yesterday. Todd is the most destructive child I have seen and I only told him he’s a good boy so he could do his homework without irritating me.

                “Yes you are,” I smile and nod before walking away. “Come downstairs. Breakfast is probably ready.”

                I descend down the spiral stairs (I sound like a princess, don’t I?) and into the living room. My mom likes matching things. The sofas and walls are a light cream color while the curtains, sofa pillows and the rug were a royal red color with gold designs. The flat screen TV stands proudly in front of the large sofa next to the windows. In front of the TV, behind the sofa, was a door-less doorway leading to the dining room. I walk in and sit opposite my father, not making eye contact or communicating in any way.

                My mom comes in the dining room from the kitchen carrying a plate of pancakes. “Morning,” I mumble to both my parents. They both nod without looking anywhere but their place and I automatically assume they had another fight. I take a bite of my chocolate chip pancakes with lots of syrup and some butter just as Todd enters the room. He takes a seat next to me with a huge grin on his face. What’s he smiling about?