Gave My Mom My Love Story

Chapter 2- Gave Myself My Canadiate

Chapter 2- Tuesday October 18th, 2016
"Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living."
-Bob Marley

  The beginning of this story didn't start the moment my mom got that email. It started the moment I foolishly blurted out those five words.

"I'll give you my story."

  Actually, wait, it started the moment I met him. Wait again, or maybe it was when I first noticed him? No, it has to be when my mom said I could do it. Or could it be when I-

  It was actually the moment I woke up the next morning. Because every story has to have the main character awake in order to fulfil the tasks that are acting in this said story.

  So really, my love story began when I woke up to the blaring yet beautiful noise that is Fall Out Boy.

"Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me. Remember me for centuries."

The song continued but only for a few seconds before I irritably hit snooze on my phone alarm.

6:45

My phone read, signalling that I did in fact only get a few hours of sleep last night, at most.

  This is a regular thing for me, for I usually stay up late either doing my challenging math homework, or binge watching Netflix.

I've always been a night owl, and sadly will always be one.

  It's something my mother has come to terms with, seeing as I gained that trait from the man she once loved deeply.

But this night was different.

  I went to bed around 10 o'clock, thinking I could get some nice shut eye for the next day, knowing I will have a lot to do.

With you know, finding the other half of my story.

  But instead, my stupid mind couldn't stop over thinking, and I finally fell asleep at what had to be 3:00am.

I groggily fumbled out of my bed, muttering some unladylike words under my breath.

  I stared out my window for second, peering out at the eye penetrating sun. I thought for a second, before shooting it a kind, obviously fake smile. 

That was all because I thought that it would magically stop trying to blind me if I looked like a happy morning person.

Guess I was wrong.

  I trudged to my closet and changed into the first things I saw. Then, still walking like a zombie I walked out of my room and into the bathroom right down the hallway.

I glared at my horrible appearance in the mirror.

What type of crazy guy would like to share a love story with me?

  I got out my straightener and plugged it in, so that later I could tame the frizzy, curly mess that is my hair today.

  I grabbed some small bottle of concealer and failed miserably at covering up the dark purple bags under my eyes.