It Happened to Me

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Today is Saturday and I wake up feeling somewhat happy. I sit up on my bed, yawning and weaving my hands through my hair. My hair is really tangled and I can use a comb right about now. I stand up and start to walk to the bedroom door, glancing at the clock. It is only nine thirty a.m and everyone usually wakes up around ten thirty. I start to walk towards the bathroom, weighing out my options. I can either go back to sleep for the rest of eternity or I can try again and make breakfast for the family in hopes that we will eat together for the first time since my father died.

I quickly go pee and I flush the toilet. I walk over to the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. The girl in front of me is practically a stranger. Her black hair is a mess, tousled and thrown everywhere, and her brown eyes looks so sad and tired with her mouth curved into a frown. I use to look into this same mirror and appear so radiant, graceful, and happy. I kind of miss the old me. It's been almost four months since my fathers death and I've been reduced to nothing but a loner. I have one friend who is weird, bipolar, and one of the hardest people to figure out and my family barely speaks to each other. I'm lucky that Aiden talks to me, even though it's rare.

I internally sigh and walk out of the bathroom. I go to my room and pick up the purple and white brush that is placed on top of my dresser. I quickly brush my hair before putting it into a ponytail. I set the brush down and put on a pair of black gym shorts that had the words Melbrook High School printed on the bottom left sleeve. I grab a white tank top and slip it over my head. I find a pair of black socks and slip them onto my feet. I don't know why but wearing what I am wearing always makes me feel comfortable in the morning.

I quickly walk into the kitchen and decide not to make breakfast for the family in fear of being rejected again. I pour myself a bowl of frosted flakes and sit at the table, picking through the crisp cereal. I put a spoonful of cereal into my mouth and reluctantly chew it, quickly regretting my decision to not make breakfast. I internally sigh and keep eating. A few minutes later I hear a door down the hallway open. I glance to my left and see Lily coming out of her bedroom looking as beautiful as always.

Lily silently walks into the kitchen without a second glance in my direction. She quickly searches the refrigerator and when she finds nothing, she sighs and picks up the box of cereal. I watch her shake the box up and down before setting it onto the counter top. Lily looks at me and begins to glare at me. I look down at my bowl of cereal and feel like dying. I always hate when she glares at me, I never know why and it kind of hurts. They say words hurt, well looks hurt too.

"Why didn't you make breakfast like you use too?" She asks in a hateful tone.

"I didn't think that anyone would eat it," I mutter, shoving a spoonful of cereal into my mouth.

"Must you always be selfish?" She asks.

"Try being selfless," I mutter angrily.

"What?" She glares at me.

"Nothing," I hiss.

"I would have eaten breakfast, you know." She says after a moment.

"I didn't know." I say.

"You should have asked." She says.

"Are you trying to pick a fight, Lily?" I ask, feeling a little more than angry.

"I was just saying," She rolls her eyes.

"No one wanted to eat the dinner I thoughtfully cooked the other night." I say, standing up and walking towards the sink with my cereal bowl in my hands. "Just saying."

"I had plans." She says in defense.

"Let me guess," I say while turning on the faucet and washing my dish. "I should have asked."