It's My Crazy Life

Chapter One

"Mom! I'm up!" I try to speed up my pace and wander around my room like a mad woman searching for her stuff. While the same time, wishing to have some magical wand to settle down all the mess made around my room and pick out the things I need.

"Hannah! Hurry up sweetheart.....only twenty minutes are left." My dear mom calls my name from the downstairs to make sure I don't leave the house without having my breakfast. That's too sweet of her. I just love my mother. In fact, I love all the mothers in this world.

"Mom just give me five minutes. I'll be down."

It seriously feels so awkward to go back to school after a long leisurely vacation. Getting into that same routine of waking up early, when you really don't want to be apart from your comfy bed. Entering the school building with hundred eyes gawking at you like they are seeing you for the first time in the campus. It really sucks to make new friends again and get into the habit doing all those things which you really don't want to do. Like homework.

I cross my room and go through my closet planning what to wear for the first day. There are so many clothes in there and half of it doesn't even fit me anymore. I make a mental note to tell my mom to give them away to someone who needs them. Which most probably will be my younger cousins. Well, good for them.

I end up choosing a blue worn out jeans, my favorite white crop top which my cousin 'Hazel' gave it to me on my seventeenth birthday the last year and matched it with a blue cardigan and black sandals and got dressed up on a record time. I glanced at the spherical mirror ahead on the wall facing me and finally noticed my bed time messy hair and grumbled down loudly. Looks like I am not ready at all.

After giving out another sigh of frustration, I tried to press my hair into submission and after trying it again and again for like another two minutes, I relaxed when I finally was satisfied with the result I got. Knotting them in a high, roughly fashioned ponytail with a matching blue color hairband and leaving out loose tendrils at the side with some lip-gloss and eye-shadow I think I could say I am ready.

I quickly picked up my school bag which was lying mercilessly on my study table and placed my notebooks inside according to the timetable. Then I picked up my pens from the pen stand nearby and scribbled down on a waste paper to make it sure that they are working. You never know, they might have stopped working during the time period I had forget what purpose they were actually lying for in the first place. Vacation means no study at all kids!

I picked up my mobile phone from the bed side and typed a quick message to my best friend, Lisa Hayden to pick me up from my home. I can't even think about taking a bus to school right now. I am so deadly late. I run down the stairs as quickly as I can, grab an apple from the basket on my way to the kitchen and keep another one inside my bag for lunch.

"Sweetie, I hope you are not planning on ditching your breakfast today." My mom makes an appearance in the dinning room with my toddler brother 'Jack' in her arms. And one look at that munchkin and I forget completely what I was hurrying for?

I run to them and kiss his chubby cheeks so many times, that I possibly can't count right now. And take him in my arms and squeeze his small soft body tightly into me, making him wriggle and laugh out loud. I just love my brother. He is my personal all time favorite teddy bear.

"Alright, alright. That's really not fair."  I look up at my mom who was giving me her famous dramatic pout.

"All kisses for your little brother and none for me?" I roll my eyes at her chessy tactics and quickly raise on my tip-toes to kiss her sweet cheeks and do a group hug with Jack in our arms.

"I think Dad has already left for his office?" I inquire while passing back an energetic Jack to her and wait outside on our porch for Lisa.

"He has. He was asking me whether he should wait, to drop you first. But you know well darling, waiting for you means making another half of the population late." My mom smirked at me, making me scowl at her and contradict her statement.