Little Stairs to Nowhere

Chapter 1 - School, Video Games, & the Lack of Warmth

            Beep Beep Beep

I groan and roll over at the god awful sound of my alarm. It sounds more like a car alarm going off than a clock. Getting up is, well, not easy for me. Mostly because even though I go to bed relatively decent, I love my sleep and I hate having to leave my warm bed. Ah, warm bed, who could ask for anything more?

But it's another new day. Another day with events that haven't unraveled just quite yet. But yo. It's cold as hell, and if I leave this bed I'll have to risk being frozen over. The worst part? It's cold and it's raining. Definitely feels like one of those days where you just want to bury your head under the warm covers and dream all day.

That's my favorite feeling in the world; warm covers and laying in bed.

Unfortunately, I have to get up. I have to get ready for school, but luckily today is the last day this week that I have to go to school, Thursday, meaning a long weekend. Yay! I can sleep all weekend!

I'm lucky because I have five classes, that's not lucky that's a lot, but I only have school Monday through Thursday this semester. Meaning more sleep. Not much, but some. Though today I feel more tired than I've felt all week. My body feels like it's rejecting life full throttle. It could be the fact I pulled an all nighter the night before last to finish an eight page assignment for my mythology class.

I slowly slump out of bed, or really kind of flop and fall, onto the cold wood floor and when I'm too lazy to move any further, I look over to the mirror. I'm hanging off the bed like a doofus and I start laughing at how silly I must look. I finally crawl out of bed, more like fall, and realization hits me that the room is freezing, more specifically the floor I'm laying on. I pull one of the many layers of blankets from my bed and wrap it around me like a cape. Ah warmth. You shall stay with me.

I push myself up and walk over to my closet and decide to dress warm. I don't see anything I want to wear so I wander around until I see some jeans laying up against the wall. I pick them up, and survey them. I think these are clean. I check for stains and since I see none I drop the blanket and slip them on. A chill runs through me as I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It's a bit cold, but I'm not going to put on a clean shirt only to get toothpaste on it. Trust me, I know it will happen. Plus, running around in a bralette won't kill me. I quickly pop in my contacts because it's raining and rain is not exactly fun with glasses. I finish, not having to worry about toothpaste stains anymore I grab the first shirt I see. To my luck it happens to be one of my favorite shirts, a NASA shirt (well, one of them). It doesn't smell so this is fine, plus a space shirt is out of this world. Get it? Any takers? No? Okay. With a clip, I put my my hair up in a half up half down hairdo so at least it won't fall into my eyes.

I quickly grab a sweater and slip on my dingy red converse. I mean, my red converse don't look that bad. Sure, they have scuff marks on almost every inch, but I refuse to get a new pair because they're the last thing mom gave to me.

I think I should probably call father and see how he's faring. Being back in his hometown in South Carolina must be nice, but I wonder if he's doing okay. Of course I had to stay up here, in cold, weird Seattle. Mom loved the hustle and bustle of this city, so, how could I leave? Dad hates Seattle, but lived here because  it's where mom loved to be. Living here is nice though since I live in a less busy, quieter part of town, but I do like that I'm close enough that I can walk to the center of town.

I am the proud owner of a 'row house' (that's what I call it; even though it's actually a brownstone) Or technically I inherited it. I love the houses on this street because each one is different in its own special way whether color or architectural style. Mine is the best, even though I may be biased. Okay, I am. But, my house is the best.