"HEATHER!" Called my mom in her usually calm voice. I say usually because at the moment her tone is one of annoyance; as it is almost every morning.
I rub my face with my hands, rolling on the side. As usual I was waking up after my alarm clock already went off. You see my alarm clock goes off, but I swear to god that when I turn it off, I must be sleepwalking since I have no recollection of ever getting up to begin with. It's a 'bad habit' as my parents used to put it.
"Mmm", I said to myself sleepily
"HEATHER, GET UP RIGHT NOW, OR ELSE!!" yelled my mom. I could tell by her tone that she was losing her patience by the second.
'Or else what?' I thought, getting up despite myself.
"Mom, I'm up! Calm down." I yelled back to her. Any onlooker would've thought that I was crazy because I had to get on my hands and knees to even talk to her.
My room is in the attic and could not possibly get any better; except maybe if I could talk to my mother without having to get dirty on the rugless floor. Even though there is no carpet, the floor is quite comfortable if I'm having a movie night with friends and they don't all fit on the bed and couch. My room was gorgeous yellow color shading to orange, then back to yellow.
My bed (looking very inviting at the moment) was a pretty gold with orange trimmings.
I shook my head hoping that maybe this would help clear out my thoughts.
Once I had finally woken up all the way I looked at my clock which read 6:07, "Ughhh!" I complained.
Turning around, I forced myself to walk towards the bathroom, whilst swiping my hand through my golden blonde hair. Once in the bathroom, I staggered toward the shower to turn it on, while making sure that once it was on I ran my hand through the cold water to help me wake up further.
Finally, I took off my blue, plaid pajama shorts and maroon Gloucester Fishermen sweatshirt, and checked my face out in the mirror, to see what the damage was.
Not too bad today, the circles around my eyes were almost unpronounceable, and with a little cover up should be fine.
My face is very plain, except for my eyes, they were the only things i got from my dad that i appreciated. They were a deep, green color, which stood out against my pale skin almost unnaturally. Everything else about me is just normal. Lips a little bit full, nose, maybe slightly big, cheeks that puff out when I smile, and hair which I do really like, but nothing very special.
I climbed into the shower loving the way it beat down on my back relaxing all my muscles.
After washing my hair and body with coconut smelling shampoo and soap, I climbed out, put a towel on, and went into my closet that anybody (male, or female) would envy. Everywhere around me was shoes, jeans, tanks, tees, sweaters, and anything else imaginable.
Once inside the walk-in closet, I threw aside my towel and put on a matching pink-polka dot bra and thong. I am a size 36 C, which makes having boyfriends hard, since I don't know if they really like me, or they just think that I'm easy. Which I am most definitely not.
Since it was spring, I decided on jean short shorts, and a yellow cotton tank top.
After getting dressed, I walked back into my room, to my small, mirrored desk that I used to store make-up. First, l put on some cover-up for the circles, and then put on powder foundation, followed by blush, and finally mascara.
When I was finally done with that, I pushed the stairs down so that I could go to the second floor.
I have walked down the steep stairs more than a million times, but still hold on as tight as possible making sure not to fall.
After I got down, I climbed down one more flight of stairs to get down the front door, kitchen, and (in a separate room) the living room.
When I walked into the kitchen, my mom was sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee in hand.
My mother is 36, and always has a tired look on her face from worrying about everything, from my brother and me, to bills, to what we are going to eat for dinner. My father doesn't live with us any more after he kept getting drunk and abusing all of us.
Finally, my mom just told him to get out and never come back. It has been 4 months since my brother, Nick, and I have seen him, which is just fine with me.
After rounding the corner to get to the kitchen, my mom spoke.
"Finally decided to wake up, did ya?" Her voice and mine are very similar people say whenever I answer the landline.
"Ya, sorry about that, but I don't even remember my alarm-"
"Save it", she interrupted, "Heather, at seventeen, you should be getting up on your own."
It was at this point exactly that Nick decided to make his appearance.
Nick and I are twins, and look very much alike, except his eyes are a light blue color that he got from mom, instead of the emerald green that my father gave to me. Other than that, the only other difference was that he was much more built than I was.
My brother was the wide receiver for the high school football team, while the only sport I played was soccer. I was the captain of the varsity team, which automatically made people suck-up to me assuming that if they did; they would get a place on the team.
"Hey sis! Cole's here, so let's not keep him waiting" Cole was my brothers' best friend that every girl at the school worships. Except me.
He is basically just a player who goes out with every girl to see how far he can get, which from what I hear in the car rides to and from school, is all the way.
It's easy to see why all the girls like him; he has eyes as bright and blue as Cary Elwes from The Princess Bride, and hair the color of wheat.
"Bye Mom! See you after work" I yelled back to my mom after I had gotten on a pair of yellow flip-flops to match my blouse, and grabbed my school bag.
"Bye sweetie, bye Nickolas", my mother called after us.
Once outside, I followed Nick to Cole's shiny, black mustang. But, something was different today.
When I opened the back door of the car, instead of being greeted by an empty seat, I found myself staring at the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
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Ok, so this is my first ever attempt at a story, so please be totally honest!!
I would love for ya'll to just tell me what I'm doing wrong, or right, how I can fix it, and if I should keep going.
Love yer Coco!
