Talk About Awkward

Part 1

It was a normal day. Well, it was supposed to be a normal day. It was the middle of winter vacation and I hadn't gone out of the house in three days, so as expected, I looked like a dirty hobo that hadn't taken a wash in a year. I just woke up a few minutes ago and was staring at the ceiling while bundled up in a quilt, fuzzy blanket, and duvet. I felt like a burrito, a burrito of social awkwardness and bad hair. I rolled to my side and looked over to see where my laptop was. Ugh... It was at the other side of the room on my dresser surrounded my discarded bags of chips and my various sketchbooks.

"It's not that far, right? Just a reach over and..." I said to myself, I loosened my arms from the blanket burrito and stretched them out as far as it could go.

"Just a little... bit... further..." I muttered.

How can I reach it without getting off the bed? Maybe I could get up on my knees, well I was still wrapped up in my blanket burrito so I couldn't really use my legs... yeah I'll just get up on my knees and reach.

"I can do this," I reassured myself and the invisible audience in the wasteland of my room. I reached out once more, "so close! Just a few more inches..." I scooched my knees closer towards the edge of the bed. The tips of my fingers were just barely brushing the corner of the dresser. Again I brought my knees closer towards the edge of the bed.

"I'll just lunge quickly and grab it, then I can lay back down and go online for the rest of the day! Okay on one... two... three!" I threw my arms out and quickly grabbed the laptop. I felt my body start to lean forward, and my knees slip on the blankets.

"Woah- woah- oh no!"

My knees slipped off the edge of the bed, sending me falling face first onto the ground with my arms in the air behind me lifting my laptop up and my legs still half on the bed.

"GEORGIA!?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs, "ARE YOU ALIVE?"

"YEAH I JUST FELL." I yelled back at her.

"YOU HAVE TO TAKE YOUR LEGS OUT OF YOUR BLANKETS OF LONELINESS FIRST." She hollered back at me.

Thanks, Mom. I thought to myself. I took my legs off the bed and slipped out of my blankets so that I could walk again. Taking blankets and laptops in hand I walked over and set them on my bed. I turned and looked around the room, I had stacks of plates precariously perched in random areas and I had my books and papers scattered around where I had the sudden urge to write or to actually work on my homework. Then my eyes went over to the body length mirror hanging on the wall, a short girl looked back at me. Her hair was messy and oily, and she had on a Star Wars t-shirt that was originally meant for a guy and had on a pair of fuzzy pants with hello kitty on them. The pajamas had various stains on them from food that I had eaten this week. I tore my eyes away from the mirror to walk out my door and down the stairs to grab some food... Maybe a cookie... or maybe 20 cookies...

I tried to sneakily get to the food so that I could retreat to my sanctuary but I was intercepted by Mom, her hair was pulled up into a pony tail and it was obvious that she was in the middle of cleaning. I don't know why though, our house was always spotless (except for my room) but no one visits us.

"Grandma and I are going to the mart to pick up some things today," she stated, and I braced myself for what I knew would come soon "and it looks like you need to get your lip and eyebrows waxed so you're coming. We are leaving in an hour." And with that, she turned back to the cleaning.

"Oh goody," I mumbled sarcastically, I am not looking forward to that.

"Don't give your mother sass, child." I heard my grandmother scold me from the living room. The old greying woman got up off the couch. A few years ago she came to live with us because Grandpa had died and the rest of the family decided that it wouldn't be safe for her to live alone. I have to love her because she's family... but she was getting snappy and irritable which made it difficult sometimes. I turned back to the cupboard and grabbed the cookies. Now let's get back so my hobbit hole until I have to leave. Maybe after I get ready I'll actually look like a female...

I closed the cupboard with two cookies in my mouth and three in each hand, I ran up the stairs to my room and flopped onto my bed with a content sigh. For the next half an hour I ate my cookies and went on my laptop, going from website to website. I ended up watching people throwing random things into the microwave and blowing them up. Who needs socializing when there's the internet? I chuckled at myself, I am such an awkward person... I noticed the time and panicked slightly, we would be leaving soon to go shopping. And I'm still in my pajamas...

I got up and walked over to the bureau, opening the drawers and grabbing ahold of an old pair of jeans. While giving the jean a tug I found that it was stuck in the back of the drawer. Great... I braced my leg against the wall beside the bureau and tried to get the jeans loose. They were almost free of whatever they were caught on, but I felt a slight wobble. I pulled with all my might at the pants jammed in the drawer, the suddenly gave way and I fell onto the floor with a loud thud. Ouch...