L. Trinity Michaels. Op. 17

Chapter 2

I wake up to the alarm on my phone for 7:30am. I make a mental note to change the sound on it because for some reason I picked the loudest and most obnoxious one. I pull the covers off and stand up so I can go get ready for school. Before my bare feet hit the floor I can tell something's off. I walk over to the door and open it. I can immediately tell what's wrong.

It's Saturday. I just forgot to turn off my alarm last night.

I shut the door and crawl back into bed. I plan to fall back asleep but after watching every minute from 7:31 to 8:00 tick past on my wall clock, I abandon the plan.

I get up and walk to the bathroom. After closing and locking the door. I look at myself in the mirror. Same long, dirty blond hair that I brush out. Same freckle covered face that I rinse the sleep off of. Same big, bright green eyes that I cover with my glasses. This is my daily routine. I make sure I haven't switched bodies with Elizabeth like the girls in Wish Upon a Star, or with my mother like in Freaky Friday.

My mom and sister aren't up yet so there's no use in making breakfast now. All that would gain me is complaints on how cold the food is. I head back to my room.

After closing the door I look around and come to a conclusion: I can't play my cello because it would wake everyone up. I don't want to read because my favorite character just died from brain cancer. I decide to draw because... why not?

I grab my phone from my bedside table and then sit at my desk. I turn my volume almost all the way down then turn on Spotify. "Just One Yesterday" by Fall Out Boy starts playing. I smile because this is my favorite song.

I open my sketchbook and pick up a 2H pencil. I use 2H when I first start a drawing because it is the lightest pencil in my set and it won't be difficult to erase. I grab a compass and draw a big circle towards the right side of my paper. It is the beginning of all faces, my favorite thing to draw. After a minute or two I let my hand take over and quietly sing along with Patrick Stump.

"Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name. If heaven's grief brings hell's rain then I'll trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday."

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I've been drawing for close to an hour and I can tell because my butt is starting to hurt from sitting on my desk chair for too long. About 30 minutes ago Elizabeth and Mom woke up so I turned up my music. I could tell because they were arguing about what time Elizabeth's game was at. Elizabeth finally looked it up on the school website only to prove that Mom was right so she's been in her room for the last 15 minutes pretending to not be sulking about it.

Finally after 20 minutes she comes into my room in her pleasant, before-noon mood.

"Ugh. What are you listening to? Would it kill you to listen to the top 40?"

So pleasant.

"It's My Chemical Romance. And yes, it would kill me. Top 40 songs are literally about drugs."

She rolls her eyes. She's in her uniform, and Adidas slides, holding her ponytail up with her hand. I can see her Under Amour peeking over the collar of her jersey and running down her arms. "Only some of them. And it's better than this screaming."

"Well, at least 'this screaming' is about something meaningful." I turn back to my drawing and start to hum along. "This screaming" is very catchy.

"Ok, whatever. I just need a hairband."

I hand over the one that was on my wrist and then continue to hum and draw. I hear her put up her hair. The band snaps against her wrist then again against her hair.