L is for Love

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I woke up to hear my alarm clock sounding that ungodly sound it makes. I groaned, not wanting to get up.  I turned over and pulled the pillow over my head, blocking out the sound of my parents getting ready for work. I heard the muffled sound of my door being slammed open as it hit the wall shaking my bed slightly. I whined, knowing what was coming next.

“Rebecca Quill, get out of bed now!” I heard my mother holler.

I pulled the pillow down causing it to hug my head even tighter.

I felt the duvet being thrown off me and I tensed up feeling the coldness of the air touch my skin. However I was still not prepared to move; I would have stayed like that but I had no choice but to move because I was suffocating myself with the pillow. I threw the pillow off my head and gasped for air. I looked up to see my mum standing over me hands on hips and a look on her face that could kill.

“Get up! It’s nearly eight o’clock! I’m leaving at twenty past so if you want a lift then you better get moving.” She yelled closing the door behind her.

I turned over looking at the clock. She was right if I didn’t move now then I would most certainly be late or even have to walk. And me being me hated walking at the best of times but at eight o’clock in the morning in this weather...there was no deciding as to what I was going to do. I put a leg over the side of the bed wincing as my foot touched the ice cold floor boards. That was the one thing with having laminate flooring; it was brilliant if you tipped something on it, as I often did because it was easy to clean up but I absolutely detested waking up on a frosty morning and having to suffer walking on it. I put the other leg over the side of the bed and prepared myself for the agony I was about to suffer. A rush of iciness travelled up my leg and I silently yelped in shock. Why did I get up in the morning I wondered to myself? I looked up at the picture that Aria had drawn for me when we were in primary school and realised why. My friends, that’s why I bothered getting up in the morning. No matter what happened they would always be there for me, like I would for them.  I went over to my wardrobe and picked out my school jumper and polo shirt, placing them on the bed beside me. I pushed my way through the rails trying to find my black trousers. But to no success.

“Mum where’s my trousers?” I shouted over the banister to her downstairs.

“I don’t know! Are they not in your wardrobe?”

“No!”

“This is why I tell you to get your things ready the night before! Your Nan’s probably taken them up to her’s!”

I grunted and pulled myself back over the banister, running back over to the wardrobe, desperately trying to find them. To my dismay they most definitely weren’t there. I would have to wear my old trousers which were way too small for me. I pulled them out of the bag of old clothes that were too small for me and were going to be sent to the charity shop. I looked at them, they looked very small. I didn’t have much choice though, mum was leaving in less than ten minutes and I still wasn’t dressed or hadn’t had breakfast.

 I pulled them on and smiled when I was able to pull them up with no trouble. Maybe they weren’t too small for me. I went to fasten the button. Nope, they were definitely too small. I tried hard, pulling the two pieces of fabric together will all my strength; no luck. I lay back down on the bed and tried again. I squirmed and wriggled around trying frantically to do the button up. I took a deep breath in and they finally did up. I went to get up and was suddenly stopped when my jeans cut into my stomach. I recoiled, winded by them.  How was I going to sit down in school all day?

 I looked at the clock again, ten past eight. I rushed down the stairs as fast as the trousers would allow, grabbing a cereal bar as I went into the kitchen. I stripped the wrapper off and bit into it still holding it in my mouth. I ran back into the hallway and grabbed my shoes off the shelf and went back into the living and sat down on the arm chair. I took a bite out of the bar and placed it down on the arm before slipping one of my shoes on. I quickly chewed my food putting the other shoe. I took another bite and walked back into the dining room to my bag. I stuffed the bag with folder and note pad. Before lugging it into the other room and flinging it across to the side. I darted up the stairs and to the bathroom to brush my teeth, finishing my mouthful. I dashed back down the stairs, almost tripping at the last step. I picked up my bag and I went over to the door and saw mum standing waiting for me.