14 Years Under

Wednesday

6:30 every morning. Every morning I had to get up at 6:30.

Think about how you feel when you wake up at 7:30 to go to school, multiply that by 10.

My head always ached and my eyes were always blurred. I was constantly so sleepy and warm and fuzzy I hated taking that first step out of bed. Although after that first step, things became better. I would always have captain crunch for breakfast, with a cup of earl grey tea. I called it a breakfast for champions. I would then water my fern, her name is Elyse. Elyse and I have been together since I was seven. And I haven't missed a day of watering her since. Then I would get dressed, pack my backpack, say goodbye to Dylan and make my way out of the tiny apartment, walk down the long blue hallway, proceeding to say hi to Irene, this time she was wearing frosty pink lipstick and too much blush.

"Have a good Day at school Lennon, and have fun at mathlete practice!" I would smile at her and say "have fun sitting at your desk, hope you finish that sudoku!" although she never did, I would always have to help her but at least I was being kind. Then she would toss me a mint and I would walk over to the apartment across the street, by the seven eleven where my best friend Roselyn lived.

Roselyn was from Mexico and she had curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. She had light skin, and dark skin. She was complete dark accept for a splotch on her cheek that was significantly lighter then the rest of her. Roselyn and I had met just six months ago when I moved here, but have been best friends ever since. Roslyn didn't have a dad either, but because he left her and her mom and her brothers a year ago. They lost their house because they couldn't pay for it so they moved here. I didn't care how much money she had though, because I didn't have much to offer either.

The best thing about Roslyn and I, was that we were both mathletes. Yea you heard me. Don't stop reading just because we're lame, the story gets better I promise. Being a mathlete isn't as lame as you think. We won at Reginals last year and I was only on the eighth grade! It was a passion and to us, math was something magical. I had gotten 92% in math class last year and this year I plan on doing even better!

I'm really smart yea know, although my English and social study's grade would differ. I guess I'm just a math science person.

I snapped out of my daydream when I reached the front doors of Roslyn's apartment. I grabbed a jagged white crystal rock and threw it at Roslyn's window. I could see into her bedroom from where I was standing. She only lived on the fourth floor so I had no trouble getting the rock to hit her window. Within minutes she was in front of me. Dressed in a plaid shirt and navy blue vest, complete with a pair of hot pink rain boots. I looked down at what I was wearing, skinny jeans and a led zeppelin t-shirt, with some worn down combat boots. I guess we were ready for school!

"Morning!" She said cheerfully, as useal.

"Hey" I said back, just as joyfully. Although I wasn't feeling to joyful at the moment. My brain was still a little foggy and my right ankle hurt from lack of support in my boots. I would bother mom for a new pair but i really did not feel like fighting with her and, chances are if its about money we will fight.  

"you know i have been really worried about dying lately" 

i gave Roslyn a look. it was typical for her to be like this. bringing up a bunch of non sense. Roslyn has always been really weird about superstitions, last week, she wouldn't come over to my apartment because it was friday the thirteenth. 

"why? what about it?' 

i blankly asked, not really caring. but i have been trying to be more polite lately. 

"well, you see vancouver is supposed to have an earthquake every 300 years" 

"so?''

"so, its been 600 years! were due for a major earthquake and i don't think i am properly prepared!"

i stifled a grin. 

"Roslyn there is nothing to be afraid about, i mean, when you die, its not like you can be upset about it or anything afterwards, i mean, your dead aren't you?" 

a thoughtful, almost philosophical look grew across her face

"oh right...." 

we didn't say anything else on the way to school. maybe it was because it was too cold to talk, or maybe it was because now the both of us were to fixated on the thought of death.