I yawned and slowly cracked open my eyes only the slightest. Sunlight was pouring out of my window. It was a breathtaking sight to see, all the light flooding into my room filling it with a type of brightness that only the morning could achieve. I would've admired it or maybe even take a picture of it, but the I remembered that it was morning and I did not like mornings.
A groan escaped from my mouth and I shut my eyes again. Why did mornings even exist? Who wants to be woken from a beautiful just to be disappointed by the day to come. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the way the sun's ray shines in the perfect place, but that's only when I'm not half awake.
I stayed in that state for about a whole hour doing nothing but contemplating random things that played no part in my life whatsoever. You might be a little confused as why I would do this but rest assured, I do this quite often. When everything is peaceful and there is no distractions.
When I finally decided that it was time to get out of bed, I attempted to roll off my super comfortable bed and land on my feet. Key word, attempted. Instead of landing on my feet, I fell off the bed and landed on the ground with an omph.
"Ow," I groaned. Gosh, how I hate mornings. I got on my feet and shook my head. Not an ideal way to start a Saturday.
Now fully awake, I made my way to the bathroom to do my business. Once I was done and washed my hands and went downstairs. I heard no movements so I'm guessing that everyone was still asleep. And yes, by everyone, I mean my aunt and uncle only.
Walking as quietly as I could, I went into the kitchen. I looked in the refrigerator, freezer, and cabinets. I could either make myself a peanut butter sandwich (if you are wondering,- which you probably aren't- I know that I didn't write down "and jelly" for the sandwich. I actually enjoy only peanut butter on bread. So yeah, that's that,) boiled eggs, pancakes, pop tarts, or cereal. I settled with the easiest and made myself a bowl of Reece's Puffs and sat down at the table.
I heard a groan from somewhere upstairs. I guess someone else is up now. And surely enough, my Aunt came into the kitchen.
"Good morning Aunty!" I greeted her.
"Morning," was the response I got.
Even though that was sooo rude of her, I decided to let it go. She probably had another frustrating night last night. She made herself a cup of milk and went back upstairs.
She must've had a very long night, I thought.
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I was on the couch reading one of my books while listening to music. I turned my to a new page and continued reading, once pausing to see what song had turned on. When I saw the screen say Welcome to the Black Parade I immediately squealed. I began silently freaking out while internally screaming. This has to be another one of my favorite songs. Maybe my all time favorite.
While I was still flipping out, someone knocked on my front door. I still didn't notice until I heard the sound of a conversation. I truly didn't want to leave my poor music behind without anyone to listen to them but my curiosity took hold of me and forced me to pause the My Chemical Romance song.
I got up off the couch and put my phone on the table. I headed toward the hallway where I could hear what was going on.
"-is a fragile girl, you know?" I heard my aunt say.
"Yes ma'am," said the other person who has a familiar voice.
What are they talking about? I thought. Fragile?
"She's been through a lot. I just don't want to see her hurt again," my aunt continued.
"I promise that that was and never will be my plan," the voice responded.
"Good, well it is nice to meet you Travis." Oh, it's Travis. What's he doing here? "Abby's in the living room, you may go see her now."
"The pleasure is all-" but I didn't stay to listen. They both thought I am on the couch listening to music. It'll probably look bad if they find me snooping.
I power-walked to the living room as fast as I could and plopped down on the couch. I scrambled for my phone and harshly plugged in my ear phones. When I turned my music back on, Travis walked into the room.
"Hey Abby,"I heard Travis say. I paused my music and took out my ear plugs.
"Hey Travis,"I replied. "What's up?"
"Nothing much... Besides the sky,"Travis said.
"Haha, very funny,"I said sarcastically.
"I know right."
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, what are you doing here." But then I heard how rude that sounded so I added, "Just curious," hoping it would sound better.
"Oh, well I was just wondering what was next on the list. I didn't have anything to do so I figured we could do the next activity."
"Hm, I don't know. I mean I'm pretty busy reading and listening to some rad music right now. Maybe we could raincheck?"
"Well, you're book and music can wait. We're moving on to the next item."
I heaved a overly dramatic sigh. "Fine, if we must." With that, I got up and off of the couch. "Follow me, my dear friend."
I lead him up the stairs and into my room. Once both of you were there, you looked at the list.
"So, what's next,"Travis asked.
"Tonight, we're wishing upon a star," I said with a smile.
Author's Note:
Heyyo! I am SUPER, SUPER, SUPER sorry. I didn't update for a really, really long time and again I am really super duper megaly sorry. I am truly sorry. I had a writers block, plus end of the school year activities and projects, plus drama, plus etc. and I was stressed out. I'll try write more. But I might not be able to write as much as I'd like to because even though it's summer, my parents lock me out of the computer. I will still try though.
Okay, I'll be honest with you, I'm about to cry. I'm graduating 6th grade and am going to another school where hardly anyone from my school goes to. That means I'm leaving behind my best friends! Gosh, I am soooo sad.
That's all really, just laying some of it on you.Oh, wait! I wanted to add this, in the last sentence, I want y'all to think about why Abby smiled. So yeah, I'll try update more and shiz, think about what I said, and yeah. PEACE AND WAR!!!
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