“Nicole! Wake up!” my mom yelled, as she kept hitting my poor little shoulder.
“Go away mom”, I murmured, pulling the pillow over my face.
“You’re going to be late honey! Get up!” she said, trying to remove the blanket, which was tightly gripped by my legs.
“Mommm go away. There’s nothing to be late for. I’m in the middle of a dream. Go away!”, I winced, as I tumbled over, pulling the blanket with me.
“Yeah, tell your chemistry teacher that when you walk in to class late”, she mumbled.
I began to open my eyes, despite my cribbing self. “What?”
“You have school smarty”, she said, taking the chance and pulling the blanket off of me.
I opened my eyes at once and got up instantaneously. I looked over at my mom.
“WHAT?” I shrieked.
My mom smiled and went to make her way out of the room.
“Rise and shine Evans! It’s time for another new day!” she began to sing.
I got dressed pretty quick actually. I didn’t really bother looking too good; it wasn’t like it even mattered. I gave myself a quick look in the mirror.
A green cami over my faded skinny jeans. My brown hair let out over my shoulders; not ‘cause I wanted to look pretty but because my shower broke out in the morning and my hair was all wet. I put on some eyeliner and some lip gloss, to avoid those annoying chapped lips of mine.
I smiled. I was all set for another sucking, fail first day of school.
I looked out the window as my mom drove to school. She looked at me and sighed. “Come on Nicole. I’m sorry, I just forgot to tell you!”
I looked at her. “Oh mom, how could you forget something like I don’t know? School for example?”
She looked back at me, taking her eyes off the wheel for a few seconds. “Well what kind of news would I expect my daughter telling me after ten seconds at the beach, oh I don’t know? A stray dog?”
I looked at her and sighed. I looked to the back seat where Coco was seated, who was presently looking out the window in curiosity.
“Fine”, I mumbled.
After a minutes silence, she gasped.
“What?”, I asked, turning to look at her.
“You didn’t tell me about…about…”
“About what?”
“About that Aaron”
“What? Who’s Aaron?”
“Aaron, hon. Aaron”
“But who’s Aaron?”
She looked at me, taken aback. “The guy you met on the beach”
“Oh”, I said, taking my glance off her and looking out the window in disinterest. “And it’s Austin, not Aaron”
“Oh whatever, Austin, Aaron, they’re all the same. Now tell me, is he cute?”, she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
I reddened and gave her an ugly stare. “No Mom. He’s not cute, so you can back away now”
She smirked. “Someone’s being possessive”, she sang.
My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me. That Austin guy probably has the worst attitude in the whole of the population of this town. He’s conceited. A flirt. And no, I don’t like him”
