Close to heaven

Remembering Sunday

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week~ Joseph Addison

I woke up and noticed it was Sunday. I just hate Sunday; it's the day that you find out that the next day you have to wake up early to work. I walked into my kitchen and turned the water that was boiling, off. I grabbed my cup, and I put a teaspoon of coffee, two teaspoons of cocoa powder, and three of milk powder then purred some water and started mixing it. I grabbed some cereal and put it inside, and then I turned the radio on.

My mom wasn't home, she had to show a house, she works at a real estate agency. My brother went to his friend's house, so I was all alone. I started listening to music and to sing along to my favorite songs. "Nobody is a picture perfect, do you love can you love mine" I started singing along. I tried not to be so loud. I took a shower, and my mom called. I had to go eat with all my family, my aunt had come from Maryland to visit us, and every time someone came to visit us, we would all reunite to eat. I put on my cute crop with black and gray stripes and one of the few skinny jeans that I could use.  I put on my favorite beanie which was also my brothers'. I looked for my vans and used them, too. I went and close the door of my apartment and headed outside, where my mom was waiting for me. We headed to where we were supposed to meet my aunts.

We headed to a chicken wing restaurant. Obviously, there were other kinds of food there, like hamburgers, fajitas, tacos, nachos, etc. and there were other kinds of food like spaghetti and filet mignon and all. My mom decided to order some chicken wings, 72 pieces of chicken wings for my brother, for her, and me.  She also ordered two cups of lemonade, one for us both to share.  My aunts and my mom were talking about what they did when they were younger, like always. While me, well I was in my world. I wasn't paying attention to what surrounded me. I could only think of how life was lame and hopeless and how I wish it could change but couldn't. Then I started thinking of school, not again. I didn't want to see any friends; I didn't want to see those fake teachers that say they care for you but in real life they don't.

I heard someone calling my name and then came back to reality again. The food was already on the table. I took a bite out of the chicken and then drank some of the lemonade. I stared at what was going on downstairs, eating a little more of my chicken wings.  I noticed a boy who took a glimpse at me. He had black hair and from the point where I was, I could see he had brownish eyes. The moment he smiled at me, the moment I gave him a little smile and then went back to my aunts. I continued eating my chicken wings. And thinking of how I wasn't that ready for school to start.
Another thing that was on my mind was my birthday; six more days. I started to get a bit anxious and started to eat a lot of chicken wings, nonstop. I heard another voice. I looked up and noticed it was my aunt. I looked at her

"Ummm... What?.... yeah" I replied. My aunts laughed

"you were in your world as I can see, I was asking if you were going to do something for your birthday" my aunt then repeated what she said before. I shook my head

"I don't know... maybe" I replied.  I don't want to bother my friends with some shitty stuff like my birthday.  "I don't know" I repeated again. They kind of looked at me weirdly in a pitiful way.  I didn't know what to do with my life I didn't know what to do with... well almost anything.  

I finished my seventh wing and I was full. I then drank what was left of the juice, because some of the wings were spicy. I looked back if I could find again the guy, but he wasn't there anymore. He had left the building.

I went back to my house, where all my aunts were going to play their games of cards like they always did. I went to my room and started drawing, something I liked to do but wasn't that good at. I put on my music. I started listening to All Time Low. I didn't mind if someone listened to me or if they thought my voice was awful. I just like to sing and express myself, no matter what. "Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling, I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dream and it's driving me crazy, it seems. I'm going to ask her to marry me" I continued drawing, I was drawing some pictures I could find in my magazine. I also took a risk and started making a drawing of Taylor swift. It didn't come out like her but it was pretty close. There was a knock on the door. I ran to open it and see who was knocking

"Here you go, some ice cream" my mom handed me a bowl

" Thanks, mom" I grabbed the ice cream and started eating. I closed the door and started watching TV. I couldn't find anything interesting to watch. I turned off the TV and started looking at the ceiling. I didn't want to start school tomorrow but it didn't matter cause I'm obligated to go

I grabbed my brother's guitar, I would have grabbed mine but two of the strings were gone. I went to my brother's computer and then looked for something to play with. I then found Perfect from Simple plan. I grabbed the guitar and looked at the notes. I started playing the song and then decided to sing a little to follow along "because we lost it all nothing last forever, I'm sorry I can't be perfect. Now it's just too late and we can't go back, I'm sorry I can't be perfect" I started playing the guitar a bit harder. My brother entered and watched me play the guitar. He sat in his bed and watched me a little

"Do you even know what you are playing?" he asked

"well yeah, this a D and this is an A and this is a G" I replied playing a bit of the chords of the chorus

"well yeah but still, you don't know what you are playing," he said mad

"What do you know?" I replied rolling my eyes

"I know more than you do, that's for sure"  he answered taking the guitar out of my hand "now this is how you play" he started playing the song without looking at his computer. I went out of his room mad. I decided not to play guitar again. My brother made me feel like I can't do anything right.  He made me notice I sucked at playing guitar. Who am I kidding? I suck at everything. I can't do anything right.

 
I went to my room and started crying.

After a long while of sobbing, I noticed the time. I started getting some school materials ready, like paper and some coloring pencils and also some pens and some pencils. I looked around and thought about going back to school again. I still didn't want to but  I couldn't do anything about it. I grabbed my hair straighter and started getting my hair a bit better. It was a mess. Then I went into my mom's room and grabbed my eyeliner and put it on my desk. Then turned the TV on and started watching "dance academy" and as I watched I fell asleep.

~<3:D:AB

(in pic is drew--->)