Find Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I threw my hand to my forehead. Monday. Damn it. I still had two days to go. Rolling over, I scootched to the edge of my bed and reached into my nightstand drawer, feeling around for my phone. It was vibrating like nuts, telling me that it was time to get up for school. I turned off the alarm, threw back my blanket, and lay there. There was cool air running across my skin. I forgot to shut the window before I went to bed last night, oops.

I sat up slowly, still adjusting to being awake. The lamp that I left on last night seemed so bright while my eyes adjusted as well. I slipped out of bed, leg by leg, and trudged over to the dresser while considering my options. I was feeling like wearing all black today, but if it was going to be sunny I would overheat. It was raining outside when I pulled the curtain aside. What a good day to be sleepy and miserable.

I sighed, pulled out my favorite jeans and shirt, and threw them on. I checked the time; 8 o'clock. Not bad. The bus was due to come at 8:15. My finger wrapped around the loop of my bag, and I dragged it across the floor before opening the door and shoving it down the stairs. It wasn't heavy, I was just lazy.

"Isabel!" came the shout from downstairs. Sounded like mom was in a great mood.

"Yeah?" I yelled back, cupping my mouth with my hand to make myself louder. I sounded sassy. Oops. I plopped one foot at a time down the stairs, being careful not to fall. I jumped over the last step, and was met by an irritated expression on my mom's face.

"We're not having one of those days, Isabel." she spoke sternly. "You're dressed like you're about to attend a funeral, and you have an attitude from hell."

I shrugged. I was reaching an age where I didn't care about what she thought about my style anymore. I was dressed appropriately, so what should she care? I picked up the bag off of the floor and threw up a peace sign.

"Bye," I muttered mostly to myself. I heard a sigh as I turned away.

"Have a good day, sweetbug."

I grumbled while reaching for the doorknob before being stopped.

"WAIT! Eat something!" she yelled. I shook my head in response, because like always, I had no time. I opened the door and walked out, hearing my name being called from behind me. Oh well. I was eighteen. I was going to be dressing myself, feeding myself, and getting up by myself for the rest of my life, and she had zero business treating me like I was five.

Being slapped in the face with fat raindrops when I stepped off of the porch, I cussed myself out. I'd forgotten my umbrella. What a great day this was going to be.