I smiled as I pressed the publish button to my story on Wattpad. I pulled my dyed pink hair back with a hair tie that was on my wrist. It was late, but I wasn't tired. This is how my life had been a lot this summer. Dying my hair different colors, much against my mom's protests, listening to music, preferably the usual One Direction, Eminem, or Ed Sheeran, (maybe a little Christian, but not likely), watching TV, being lazy, hanging out with my friends whom my mom absolutly loved, and eating. My mom constantly told me to "get off of my lazy butt and do something else besides sit all day", but I just couldn't make myself get up as I when in my summer lazy zone, and I was enjoying every lazy minute of it.
I logged out of Wattpad and closed out the tab on my mom's laptop before shutting the lid and quietly returning it to my mom's bedroom where she was already sleeping. I plugged in the laptop and set it on the ground carefully by my dad's side of the bed. My dad wasn't currently there because he was a truck driver and was gone often. I slipped by my mom and gave her a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, Mommy," I whispered. I always did that because my biggest fear is leaving somebody I loved on a bad note and that's just a plain creepy thought. The last thing I'd ever want is for my last words to my mom, "I hate you!" or something like that. I've heard way too many stories.
I walked out of the room and into my room. I changed out of the day's clothes, a black tank top and some pajama shorts, to a long tye dyed t shirt from my elementary school years that still fit me. It was too hot for pants. The long t shirt was good enough. I wasn't tired enough for sleep yet so I got out my note book, desparately hoping for immediate insperation. Ha, like that would ever happen. Then I began thinking of my crush.
Brown eyes, dark brown hair, okay, maybe he was a little short, but who cares. He had asked me out earlier in the year but I barely knew his name and that was back when I was in my "forget short guys" stage and then it was April 19th, and we were in library. I randomly glanced at him and I felt butterflies. Yeah, that's right. Butterflies. And as I was thinking that, I got some insperation.
As you walk past me, I feel that little spark of energy. My adrenaline is super high and my palms are sweaty!
The song went on smoothly and by the end, I was pretty proud of it. It was a good song. I read over my work and finally fell asleep. Unaware that in Worthing, Engalnd, my future friend was living her life normally just like I was. Friends, food, family, not a cloud in the sky.
