The Sleepover

Disaster 1# Awakening The Beast and Meeting Another

Saturday 8:53 AM

As always I am awake before my alarm, and the rest of the world is continuing with its business while I lay here thinking of absolutely nothing.  Except my lazy older sister of course, but she isn’t a real human anyway.

My room always seems bigger in the morning. When the sunlight paint’s itself along the walls and illuminates all the objects in its path. The royal blue walls are no longer as dark as they were at 4am, when my mind wouldn’t let me sleep and the room was closing in. I like my room in the morning. I like mornings in general really, people really annoy me – well teenagers really annoy me. Despite me being one myself I hate the fact that many of them think that it’s cool and a given because they are young that mornings are shite and totally anti-teen. I’m not saying that it’s all of them, but many of them just use the morning as an excuse to be arseholes to others when they’re in a shitty mood, well newsflash, you’re not an arse because it’s the morning, it’s your personality.

A few minutes have gone by. I know I should get up; I have to turn my alarm off before it has a chance to ring and probably wake my sister thus awakening the beast, I have to get ready for that sleepover as well. I wish I never agreed to go, but despite my disregard and general hate for everything in life I am certainly not one to go back on my word.

Jasmine or Jaz as she has informed me that she likes to be called phoned me up out of the blue the other day – literally out of the blue; she hasn’t spoken to me for 6 months – to ask if I was able to attend her sleepover this present day. Of course me being me I immediately objected. Sleepovers are just so… Social and cheesy and everything I hate. I thought that would be the end of it of course, Jaz never really pushed me to go out with her once I had said no back when we actually could call each other real friends, but this time that didn’t happen. She kinda put on this voice, not like a puppy dog voice or a kiddy voice or anything but this voice that was so brittle and quiet, it sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. But that wasn’t what made me say yes. The way she spoke just reminded me of my older sister who I was telling you about before, Kira. Well you see my sister and I have been having a bit of a hard time recently, but the thing that made it bad was probably the lowest point I’ve ever seen my sister at. She had virtually the same voice that Jaz had except it was full of everything and nothing at the same time. I can’t really explain it because I myself did not go through the same process my sister had, but I could only imagine. So following that train of thought I had very reluctantly agreed.

And today is the day. I’m kinda of proud of myself actually because I’ve actually followed social guidelines of sleepovers for birthdays; present – check, appropriate sleepover wear – check, actually attending the sleepover – I can check that soon. I’m not really one to follow that kind of stuff, but I made the exception. I shall be civil and as my sister put it ‘be a human you alien.’ Yes, we both believe the other is an alien.

Saturday 9:03 AM

The time seems reasonable to get up. It ends in neither an o’clock, zero or five. I have this thing where I don’t get up on the dot. I just physically cannot get up if the time ends in an o’clock, zero or five. I have trained my body that way you see. Whenever I use to hear people talk about meeting up or appointments and so on they would always make the time end like that and it just annoyed me for some crazy reason. I just thought to myself, is it that unacceptable to arrange something for a time in-between an o’clock, zero or five? I just found that it was some kind of injustice to the other numbers you know? So from then on I never arranged anything or woke up or even went to sleep at a time that everyone else deem ‘the norm.’

Whipping my Destiel custom made sheets off of my body I am immediately embraced by the chill that had settled within my room. I ignore it and head over to my small Tardis shaped headboard and draw a mark signifying that it is now Saturday. Rather than using a calendar I like to do a Doctor Who styled mark; the silence were these freaky creatures from Doctor Who that made you forget you ever saw them, so the Doctor – because he’s just that clever – and his amazing companions came up with an idea to put marks on themselves, like a tally to signify how many times they’ve actually seen the silence. I basically incorporated that into my own version of a calendar. No-one ever understands how it works, but I do and that’s all that matters really.