A Pheonix

Chapter 2

That's Cynthia in the picture. Best person in my opinion.

"You know, he is pretty hot if you look closer," poked in Cynthia, struggling to balance her smoothie underneath her arm while looking at her phone, "I guess his jawline is pretty uneven, but give or take he's still higher than average."

I've been listening to her debate on Tyler Posey for half an hour, and my brain has begun turning off. As Cynthia stared glistfully in the sunset with eyes soaked in lust, I clamped my hand in front of my eyes to stop the blinding light from terminating my vision for good.

"I just need me a Zac Efron. Or a Dylan O'Brian. Or a Cameron Dallas..." She slurred, munching on her glazed crispy cream donut. She continued with this for the whole walk home.

I didn't fully understand Cynthia's choice of male. She preferred more, what's the word, quirky. Like the boys you find in all the romantic comedies. Her standard was way above the lowlives at out school. Most males at our school are cocky, sporty, cheesy, and dickheads. They all wore A singlet that sunk down to the nipple, pink board shorts and maybe a backwards cap to add some for drama. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

Not for Cynthia.

She wanted more, Troy Bolton. Someone smart, good at sports, quirky and, for obvious reasons, very, very, very hot. Considering her, it wouldn't be too hard.

That is, if she went to a new school.

"So?" She slurred, eyes still fixed on the eye burning sky. My thoughts shattered, now fixed on reality. Unfortunately, her smoothie had fallen victim of her boy dreaming, it now was mush and running down her yellow sundress.

In the corner of my eye I saw Cynthia looking at me impatiently.

"Oh sorry I wasn't listening," I coughed, sipping violently through my straw trying to grasp any real smoothie that survived my appetite. Cynthia's eyes looked into mine in annoyance. Her smoothie now nothing but a juice-soaked piece of cardboard.

"I said," she sighed, "you're here!"

I hunger-games style blew her a kiss and dragged my coarse feet to my door. My thighs felt like warm, wet ham. I figured I should give up the whole 'fitness' idea about five years ago. Considering my love for chilli fries and milkshakes, exercise has been less than an option from my Aunty, "Jeez Phee! If I had a body like yours I wouldn't have wasted my life with my ex husband! Go use it!"

Chilli fries are way hotter than a man. In my opinion.

"Phee!" Screamed Aunty Laura, waddling her huge legs over to me with a huge grin on her face, "this house is so fucking boring without you! Tell me you bought it!"

I pulled out a McDonalds bag with Greese imbedding the whole bottom. Aunty Laura squealed in delight, "Phee Phee you dall!," she chuckled, pulling a five dollar not from her cleavage, "don't tell your dad."

She scurried off like a mouse with a crumb of bread. My Aunty Laura has been my mum for seventeen years. When my mum disappeared, she refused to let me grow up without a female figure. So, she moved in with my dad and I. I would  hardly redeem her as very accommodating, but she's my family. My dad loves his sister to bits, but honestly, I think he's hiding the veins popping out his head every time she breaks a house rule.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I lay in bed, contemplating the reason for humanity and our soulless lives that will someday only end in nothingness. And that all we are, all we have is all going to be gone in a matter of time.

And believe it or not, but that's the best way I get to sleep.