Me, him, and his girlfriend

Chapter 1: Goodmorning

"Come on, Breanne! Breakfast!" My mom called.

"Ugh." I groaned as I got out of bed. It was July 9 on a Saturday, why did I have to wake up at 9:00 a.m? The world may never know.
I lifted the covers off of my body and yawned. I was sweating from my heavy blankets that I had on me for some reason. I looked in the mirror.

"Ah!" I gasped. I looked awful. I was dipping in sweat, my clothes were wrinkled and messed up as if I slept for three days straight, my hair was in an afro of static, and I had a thousand bags under my eyes.
I got into the shower that was in my room. I got out five minutes later feeling clean and refreshed. I got dressed for the day in a pink t-shirt and a purple skirt. I brushed my long, curly blond hair and straitened it. I hated it being curly. It wasn't majorly curly, just small ones but I still didn't like it. I also hated my blond hair. I wanted it brown because I thought brown hair was beautiful. I was tired of being called a 'dumb blond' even though I have straight A's. I'm not a nerd though. I don't study, I just get a good grade from memory, and guessing most of the time, but I'm definitely not dumb. I looked back up in the mirror. You could see my ocean blue eyes again after getting rid of the dark bags. I loved my eyes. They always changed colors depending on the lighting and I swear sometimes even my mood. One time they were so blue they looked like they had raindrops inside and that day I was bright and cheerful, another time they were a dark and grayish blue and that day I was dull and sad. People call me crazy for thinking they change on my mood but they just don't believe me. I glance at the clock.
9:15.
I hadn't wasted that much time. I walked downstairs to see my mom pouring my dad some coffee. Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and waiting patiently for his coffee.

"Hi." I greeted.

"Hey Brainy." Dad teased. He always called me Brainy to get on my nerves because sometime (more like all the time) people misspell my name and one time, a person spelled it as if it said Brainy. So that became my Dad's teasing material.

"It's pronounced: Breanne. Bre-Anne." I played around.

"Ok Brainy." He continued. The teasing was his way of showing that he loved me and I knew that. I like it when he calls me that though. It's our thing.

I happily sighed as if to surrender.

"What took so long?" Mom asked.

"If I walked down here the way I looked when I woke up you wouldn't have even recognized me. You would have kicked me out of the house thinking I was a giant raccoon." I joked.

"Well, your breakfast is in the microwave heating up." She told me without even smiling at my joke. She finished pouring the coffee and now Dad was drinking it so fast you would think he didn't have a drink in days. I'm surprised his throat isn't burning.

"Heating up?" I was confused. I usually just fix myself some cereal. 

"I cooked some pancakes since I woke up early this morning and had some free time. Thought you might enjoy it." She responded.

"Cool."

"Well, I have to go." Dad stood up after taking the last sip of his coffee.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Work." He responded as if it was obvious.

"But today you're supposed to have off. Today and tomorrow." I recalled.

"Big meeting. I'm going to be promoted if I can wow my boss with a speech I prepared." He informed. He was a mechanic. Most of his other work places shut down or he quit because there wasn't enough pay. He finally found a nice place to work at but the pay isn't that great but if he can get promoted than the pay is doubled. Luckily he is good at his job. It is hard to find good pay with being a mechanic and he refuses to go back to college because he says, "I am a forty-two year old man, it is too late for that. I will just have to be good at what I do."

"Well, good luck." I gave him a hug goodbye and he was out the door.

That just left me and mom.

"So I hear you friends are coming over today." She said.

"Yeah. We're gonna do some catching up because Ricky went to camp, which he thought he was to old for it but him mom forced him to go because she already paid, and Sam was out of town with her dad. And the others; Kaylin and Greg, I haven't heard much from." I affirmed.

"I'm heading out later on so make sure they don't reck the house." She warned.

"Where you going?" I inquired. Was everyone leaving to go somewhere?

"I'm going to visit an old friend. Kind of like you. Catch up on things. I haven't seen her since we were fifteen in high school." She explained.

"Oh. Well, have fun."

"Bye."

She left the house. I sat down with my plate.

"I can finally relax and eat my pancakes."