Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.

Chapter 9 - Friday

"Wakey wakey," I heard someone say in my sleep. Well maybe out of my sleep because I was clearly groggily awoken.

"What the... Arzaylea? What the hell are you doing here," I squinted as Arzaylea opened up the blinds, letting sunshine pour in rapidly.

"Arzaylea stop, close that thing," I shielded my eyes with a hand. "Rise and shineeee," she cooed. I groaned in response. What was up with her?

"Let's go to schooooollll," she said very loudly, too loud for my liking. "Shut up," I rolled over to the other side of my bed so that I wouldn't face the window and my sister.

"Come on," she giggled. "Ugh, fine I'll get up. Then will you shut up?" I sat up straight on my bed and lazily faced her. "Yes sir," she saluted. "Leave."

"This is my bedroom too," she pouted. Oh right, I had almost forgotten. With her gone, I had the whole room to myself, despite one side of the room being very...how do I say it? Arzaylea.

Thank god we needn't had to share a bathroom, oddly enough. But if rather share a bathroom rather than share a room with. Honestly, I need more privacy in my bedroom and I could go on for the whole day in my bedroom. Just as long as there is WIFI, food and a comfy bed.

I swung my legs over to the side of my bed and started walk to the bathroom.

I looked at the mirror. Here's a description of what I saw. Disgusting. Cringeworthy. Atrocious. There was a piece of bubblegum stamped onto the mirror.

"Ugh," I cringed and began to remove it with a tissue from a tissue box that stayed next to the sink.

The remains of the bubblegum on the mirror left stringy pieces of excess gum hanging and a sad residue. I huffed a puff of breath. Oh well.

I took a second closer look at my face. My hair managed to catch my attention, like the curly rope it was.

I definitely need to get it straightened over the weekends. Thank god it was Friday.

I took of from the sink and headed to the shower. I took a quick shower, nothing interesting about me showering.

I carefully wrapped myself in a towel. I waddled out of the shower into my room.

I squeaked once I saw Arzaylea at the vanity table. Once again, I forgot about her whole existence. "What?" She asked while crafting the wing of her eyeliner. "Nothing.,..uh...can you not look?" I gestured to my clothes. "We're sisters," she laughed as if I was being completely absurd. "Doesn't mean you get to look," I said, being just in time to catch a part of the towel that was slipping and could've exposed me.

"Alright alright," she sighed. I just wore something simple. An AC/DC shirt and a pair of ripped denim shorts. I also wore my combat boots which was what I wore almost every single day.

"Wow you can really rock out baggy shirts," Arzaylea said. I knew she had been peeping from the mirror she was looking at the whole time.

Seriously, what was up with her?? She was complimenting my style. Mind you, she hated what I usually put together.

When she stood up and turned to my direction I saw that my Nirvana shirt was tucked into the waist line of her skinny jeans. "Hey! Isn't that mine?"

"Yeah, Nirvana's really good aren't they?" She said, smiling. I didn't like it. "What?" I blinked. "I said they're really good," she repeated unnecessarily. I knew exactly what she said. But her behavior was out of place. Why was she acting like this, why was she being like this?

"Uhh yeah. They're awesome," I told her, still caught in a daze. She smiled and twirled around. "See ya downstairs," She closed the door before I could reply.

Okay what the hell was going on?