Perfect coffee:
The liquid you drink to wake up your body after a good night sleep but what do you drink when the night was shitty and your body is awake, then the liquid is not perfect nor even coffee but plain, black and tea
Plain Black Tea
Plain black tea
Being a vegan is so more complicated than I thought. At first I was all in and in some way I felt like a better new person but after more months past I felt like the same girl just eating differently. My life is as complicating as my new diet. How does the teen books go, Hi I am Crystal Lighthouse, I am eighteen years old and am a virgin. My look, plain Jane that consist of jean, flats and a t-shirt with something crazy written on it like PLAIN BLACK TEA.
I am a senior and a few months of finishing my year at The Woods high school. Walking down the hall to my cooking class I see my reflection through the glass of the window, my hair is in a ponytail and the straight sandy blond hair flows down my back "Rapunzel" the people called me in our small town. I had this icy white skin that even the sun can't melt or change,my lips are thin and red from the winters cold,my peachy cheeks never lost color, my nose I think it's normal not big nor small but it's my eyes that mesmerizes people, I think it may be the color, it's this ocean blue that you can drown in if you look to closely, my mother always said my eyes looked like a fantasy creatures but for me, I felt like a victim of Hitler.
We are cooking a chicken roll and to do that we must debone the raw whole chicken first. Cutting the wings and spine, I feel nausea, the white blue chicken discuss me and I just want to get done with it. After making the roll and placing it in the oven, I ran, walk to the bathroom. My cereal went splatting all over the loo. I hear someone coming in and my body falls silent because just one person goes to the loo this time of the day "Rebecca". I can feel her coming in and standing in front of the mirror. Looking through the gap the loo door gave me, I saw her brunette hair fall curly down her back and her face trough the mirror, chocolate brown eyes, tanned face and this big kissable lip. She is seen as the queen of the school, everyone bow down to her even the teachers.
I look at her wanting to see her flues but there is nothing, she is perfect but as I gaze at her something strange happen in the mirror, the girl standing in front of the mirror isn't at all the girl that I'm seeing trough the mirror. The girl I'm seeing is as dead and blue as the chicken, I just deboned. As I blink my eyes the dead blue girl is gone and the perfect queen is back. She walks out the loo and I hear the door close after her.
First I freak out and started vomited again and then I go in denial because I just deboned a chicken and that made me see weird things. I went to the office, got a sick note and went home in my dark grey Nissan 1400. Dad worked until midnight, so I went up the stairs to take a shower because my hair was full of vomit. In the shower I washed my hair and stared through the foggy shower glass. I felt someone watching me. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself, opening my eyes, I saw two hand prints on the glass, maybe it's just mine but as I wipe at the glass it doesn't go away. It gets redder and darker; my blood feels drained from my body and poured on the hand prints. I can't breathe or scream because my windpipe feels closed off by the hands on the glass, so I do what Crystal does best, I cry because I'm not strong at all. I am weak and scared. I crawl into a bundle on the floor and the water mix with my tears.
Don't be afraid I hear my mother whispers in my ear. She died when I was 16.i remember like it was yesterday. Her dark black hair flowing on the cushion she laid on. I always crawled next to her at night when I was scared but one night when I wanted to crawl in, she didn't make space for me, so I tried to wake her, she didn't wake. I tried to listen to her breathing but there were nothing. She was cold and this white, blue color surrounding her. The doctors told me she died a mysterious death because there was no wound marks in side or on her body.
