Moments Never To Forget

Chapter Six

"Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs

With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love

Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk

Singing here's to never growing up

Call up all our frie- "

My alarm rang. 7am, the start of another Tuesday. I tried to shut it off, but my hand hit the glass of water I always kept on the stool by the side of my bed. The steel tumbler fell down, making a huge clanking noise. Great, I was fully awake now.

After dismissing the alarm, I walked into my closet, mentally thanking God that there was no water in the tumbler, or I'd slip and hurt my butt. I picked out a red one-shoulder top with a white belt on the waist, blue Capri and white Converses. I was definitely going to look like the American Flag today, but couldn't care less about it. Spreading out the clothes on my bed, I headed to the bathroom, undressed, turned on the cold shower, and went under it.

The only thing I liked about Tuesday was art classes. You know, I believe there is a certain beauty in every aspect of nature. There was beauty in the rise of the sun at dawn, setting down of the sun at dusk. There was beauty in thunder, lightning, and rain. I used to capture all these beautiful, unforgettable moments in my sketchbook. Tuesdays I sketched according to the wishes of Mrs. Johnson, my art teacher. She gave us a special topic every week, enticing my mind.

I bathed, washed my hair, and walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a fluffy pink robe. Changing into the clothes I had picked out earlier, I applied some eyeliner and blush. Painting my lips in a light shade of red, I picked up my book bag and phone. I looked at the time on my phone: it was 7:30 am.

The smell of delicious pancakes grabbed my attention. Steph only cooked when her boyfriend came over. But he wouldn't come over to our house so early, I thought as I walked into the dining room. The table was laid with two plates across each other and cups of coffee next to them, ready to be served upon. Steph entered, bringing pancakes with her. I went to the fridge and brought out the maple syrup.

'Whoa, if she made pancakes for me in the morning, she must really feel sorry about yesterday,' I thought. I loved pancakes, but only a few of my friends and Steph knew that.

We sat down each on one of the chairs across the dining table, and I smiled. Pouring the maple syrup on my cakes, I asked, "Apologising, sis?"

"Yeah," said she, merely a whisper.

I walked over to her side, hugged her from behind, and laughed, "Aww, you know I love you so much, don't you?"

Facing her, I sobered up and spoke in a serious tone, "I'm going to unravel the mystery though. Soon."

I sat back in my chair and finished my breakfast, then walked out of the door, on to the porch, waiting for Sarah and Flora. We girls often carpooled, seeing how it saved our money and reduced pollution.

The said people soon arrived.

"How's life, Ash?" Flora asked me.

That BITCH. You spend nights with my boyfriend, then ask how's my life?

Ex-boyfriend, I mentally frowned. Ex.

But it was still bitchy on her part to sleep with Pat.

"Stressed, I guess," I replied, not letting my anger surface.

"Fight over mom, again?" Sarah rolled her eyes as I got in the back seat with her.

Alexa always sat in the front, either in the driver's seat, or in the seat next to it, but the front. None of us knew why.