Who Am I

Chapter 13

Who am I- Chapter 13

It’s funny how happiness can be given then taken away.

How we can be filled with one emotion, then the next moment filled with another.

It’s amazing of how cruel people can be.

I wake up at seven on a Saturday, slowly get out of bed and drag my feet along the empty hallway to the bathroom. When I flick on the lights, my eyes blink rapidly to get use to the brightness. I do my daily routine, use the bathroom, wash my face then head down stairs and eat a bowl of cereal, alone.

When I poor the cereal, I walk over to the small radio mom had placed in the kitchen about five years ago, I switch it to the local radio station and turn it up, so the house wont be taken over by silence. I hum to the song as I crunch on the round chocolate cereal. I take a scrap piece of paper off the counter and a pen and begin to write a grocery list, which my mother picks up. Once I’m halfway through the list I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

For a moment I’m worried it’s my parents. If it’s my dad I- I don’t know what I’m going to do. But when I see Erica come down the stairs, I can’t believe I actually thought my parents might be up at this hour. Erica stumbles along the path way to the kitchen, she grabs a glass and fills it with water.

“Rough night?” I ask as I put down my spoon in the bowl of milk.

“How’d you guess?” She says sarcastically after she gulped down to small Advil’s and a glass of water. She turns to the coffee maker and pressed the on button and begins searching for the grounded coffee beans.

“Well coffee and Advil should take it away.” I smile she gives me a please-don’t-start-with-me look.

“Do you need a ride to work today?” she asks as she reaches for a mug, and sugar.

“No, I’ll drive myself. Can I take your Jeep?” I ask as I gather my dishes and walk over to the sink. Erica nods. I stare at her in her pyjama pants, which are too big to begin with, and an old t-shirt of my dad’s favourite foot ball team with her hair tied in a messy ponytail.

“I’ll need it tonight though, another shoot.” She says as she walks past me to the island, pulls out a stool and sits down.

“What’s this for?” I ask as I place my elbows on the smooth counter top.

“Its for another modeling company, they want to see how I do. If they like me they will hire me. If not they’ll leave me where I am.” The coffee machine beeps, letting us know it’s done brewing. Erica walks over and pours herself a cup and adds several spoonfuls of sugar.

“Well don’t worry about it, you’ll most likely get in.” I smile reassuring her.

“Thanks, but you should go get ready I mean its past seven thirty.” I walk out of the room and go up the stair case back into my room. I fumble with clothing in my closet, pulling things out then putting it back in. I finally decide on a pair of black jeans, a sheer flowing top with flowers spread everywhere. I throw on the top and jeans, walk over to the bathroom and run the brush through my tangled hair. Brush my teeth and stare at myself one more time before I leave. Satisfied I leave the bathroom and head down stairs. Erica is sitting on the island bench, starring out the window.

“Hey, where are your keys?” I ask as I enter the kitchen and search.

“In the bowl by the front door.” She says, I nod and walk over to the hall table, look in the bowl and find her key chain with the rhinestone E connected to several pairs of keys. “Who got home late last night?” She asks. I gulp and walk back into the kitchen to throw things in my lunch bag.