OCTOBER 14, 2015
Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, I'ᴍ greeted by my stupid alarm clock, blaring at me and telling me to get my butt off of my comfy, warm bed and into the cold reality of the day. I groan and pull my pillow over my head until I can't ignore it anymore. It's 7:20 by the time I finally drag myself out of bed. My mom's voice lilts up the stairs, as per usual. "Good morning, sweetie!"
I sigh. I hate it when my mom calls me "sweetie". It just feels so... patronizing.
I shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth, then go downstairs. My mom is waiting for me with a bowl in her hands. I grab the bowl from her hands and fill it with cereal. My mom raises her eyebrows at me, waiting for a thank you. When it's clear that none will be forthcoming, she sighs at me. "Oh, Tia. When will you learn your manners?" she asks in an exasperated tone.
I roll my eyes at her. "Pshaw, mom. No one cares about your stupid manners," I say dismissively.
"Oh, yes. All you want right now is to be considered 'cool' by your friends. You act as if nothing else matters!" my mother replies.
"Newsflash, mom. That's 'cause nothing else does matter. At least, not to my school." I retort.
My mother looks shocked. "Tia! You know that's not true!"
"Yes, it is. Deal with it." I instantly regret the sharpness of my words. I open my mouth to apologize, but my mother interrupts.
"I don't like the tone of your voice, young lady!" Probably my most hated phrase. Any thought of apologizing flies out the window.
I've had enough of arguing with my mom. I slap my spoon down onto the table and stand up abruptly, glaring at my mother. "I don't like the tone of your voice! When will you learn your manners?" I repeat mockingly. "Whatever! You're always on my back about this or that. Well, I don't care!"
I abandon my half-eaten cereal on the table and grab my backpack. "You don't know anything, mom!" I yell at her. I walk out to the front porch in a huff. As I'm slamming the door behind me, I hear my mom calling after me angrily.
"Tia! Come back here! Now!"
I ignore her, of course.
YOU ARE READING
Still Awake
General FictionTia never expected to die young. She expected even less to still wake up the next morning. Well... not quite "the next morning". Although she denies it to herself at first, Tia soon discovers that she's living through the same day over and over agai...
