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Chapter 2
(Note To God- JoJo)
I awakened by the smell of breakfast being made. Suddenly my stomach rumbled reminding me that I hadn’t eaten dinner last night. I was so tired when I came in that I just went right to bed. As a matter of fact, after last night, I had forgotten all about eating. I knew that as soon as the food was done my mom would call up the steps like she always did, and again I would tell her no thanks.
As if on cue, her voice called up to me. “Lina, breakfast is done.” It amazed me that after all this time she still even bothered to tell me since she always got the same answer.
“No, thanks.” I called.
“Okay,” Came her disheartened response. “I’ll just put your plate in the microwave.” I didn’t answer her back and I heard her walk off back into the kitchen.
I got out of bed and decided to have a shower. I would waste time until mom and dad went to work and then go get my breakfast. Which would definitely be cold by then and not as tasty as it would have been had I eaten it when it was hot. Once I was out of the shower I did my daily routine of putting on lotion and then brushing out my hair before I got dressed. By the time I was ready my parents had both left for work which I was grateful for because I was starving.
I headed down the stairs following my nose to the delicious smell which was emanating from the microwave. I almost tore the door off its hinges trying to get my plate. When I finally had my plate and was seated at the table I saw that she had made pancakes, bacon and eggs. I scarfed it down even though it was cold because I was just too hungry to heat it up. The pancakes were soggy, the eggs rubbery, and the bacon was chewy.
I threw my plate in the sink and thought about what I wanted to do today. Despite the idiot I met yesterday I actually enjoyed getting out of the house for a little while, and it made me realize that I missed interacting with other people. Even if they will never know what I’m going through. I think today that’s what I should do. My clothes have been looking a little on the worn out side, so I think some shopping is in order. It sucks to go to the mall by yourself but I definitely did not want to call Micah. She would only ruin my day with talk about ‘he-who-should-not-be-named’! I ran back up the stairs and quickly grabbed my wallet and keys before going out to the garage. There my car sat, almost untouched for the last year. I had driven it sometimes, but mostly I would just ride with my mom or dad on the odd occasion that I even went out.
It was a cute little red Chevy cobalt. My parents had gotten it for me as a birthday gift. And yes, we were on the more fortunate side in the money department. I hopped in and the first thing I did was turn my music on. Then I was off to the mall.
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“Where to first, where to first…” I muttered as I stood just inside the malls door. There so many stores to go to I didn’t know which one to go in first. This was my first time at the mall after a year straight of no shopping at all and I sort of felt out of my element. Lately I had taken to wearing sweatpants and t-shirts, and I definitely did not feel cute anymore either. My hair was longer than I wanted it to be, and a curly wreck. My eyebrows needed serious waxing and I had no jewelry on. I needed an extreme make-over. And I was going to get one today. By myself. Joy.
