Monday. Yep. Its Monday. I didn't have to be a psychic to know that. I know this because (1) as I lay in bed the smell of morning coffee permeated the refined air almost suffocating me to death (2) there was a sense of evil hovering over the morning and (3) I'm really cranky. So you see, I don't have to be a psychic to tell.
I rolled on my belly and hid myself within the fortress of my blanket stuffing my head under my pillow. I took a deep breath not to take in the smell of that disgusting thing brewing downstairs but because I was about to explode.
"M.O.M!!!" Yep, I was exploding. And not just the I'm cranky get away from me explosion. It was the I'm cranky get away from me or I swear by the gods of Atlantis and all their concubines that I'll rearrange your face to look like squidwerd's kinda explosion.
"Is your god forsaken son is in the kitchen brewing a concoction that's gonna send me to the depths of Tartarus before I even meet Brendon Urie?"
I knew it was my brother. How did I know this? The answer is plain and simple. He is pure evil. I really don't think he's my brother either. It was probably some conspiracy plotted by my evil counterpart from a parallel universe. My real brother must be living somewhere in another part of this screw up world with a family he thinks that is his but really isn't because they switched kids with my mom to get rid of the great evil that has wormed his way inside my life which I commonly refer to as Ethan- the "little brother".
"Stop being so dramatic Tori!" My mom yelled busting in through the feeble wooden barrier that protected and shelled my lair.
In a split second, I felt my fortress rip apart. Why was this happening to me? Does no one in this house value sleep anymore? It's the only god damn thing that's keeping me sane! Then again, my sanity was questionable. But, I mean, it's sleep. Why is everyone so against sleep??
"Nooooooooo, put it back! I'm not awake! Send me to Nirvana. I wanna live long and have kids with Brendon Urie. I'm too young to die..." I planked out on my bed with my face buried in my mattress. I admit, I was a bit of a drama queen but I mean, there has to be someone in this entire universe that agrees with me when I say 6:30 is way too early for the sun to be up and shining.
"Tori-Ann Ramona Lee Tyler! I will not hesitate to pull you by the legs out of this den! Get up and don't be late this is the first day of your senior year!"
I groaned into the bed. It's a bluff. I know it's a bluff. How do I know? I just do.
She huffed and walked away uttering three little words that had a great effect on my life, my personality, my day, my dreams, my desires, my everything.
"I made pancakes".
It's a bribe go back to sleep Tori! Go back to sleep!"
My legs started betraying my mind not even a minute after the sweet sound of the word pancakes left my mom's lips. My legs hit the ground one after the other and soon after, my entire body surrendered.
"I'm only doing this for the sake of pancakes!" I yelled from my bedroom. Waddling from my bed into the bathroom I picked up my phone on my way.
Who moved the God damn bathroom? It wasn't so far the last time.
Yes, yes, it was senior year. But it was my senior year and I had no intentions of making a big deal out of it so I have no idea why she did. I had no intentions of being seen or making any "scenes" this year. My only intention is to get through this as quickly as possible, unseen. Almost like a fly on the wall.
Seems like a fool proof plan to me.
I sat on the purple covered toilet and unlocked my phone searching for my music. The most precious gift to man. Music.
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Curse You Cupid
Teen Fiction"How would you feel if your life was totally invaded by a total stranger that makes everything so wrong yet makes everything so right with stupidity and spanish who understands your weird temper and looks at you but isnt really looking at you cause...
