Ending Your Way

Chapter 1: Goodmorning

BZZZZZT BZZZZT BZZZZZT~~~

5:00 A.M., My phone alarm goes off.

As I lay in bed, I let it vibrate underneath my pillow to wake me up.

Why do I always wake up this early? I don't know...

After a couple minutes of listening to that agitating buzz through my pillow, I take my phone from underneath and while squinting at the bright screen through the darkness of the room, I turn the alarm off.

I inhale deeply and sit up. I turn to my right to switch on the lamp on my night stand. I glance across the room to see Marie slow breathing, sleeping soundly.

I hop out of bed.
Let's start the day, I thought to myself.

I slowly tip-toe to my closet, trying not to wake up Marie, my bare feet making the cold wooden floor creak. I open the two-door closet and take out a beige long sleeve shirt and a black skater skirt. I squat down to open the middle drawer of the dresser that stands under the rack of clothes. Inside lay neatly folded tights, knee-high socks, and ankles socks in many different colors. I pick out sheer tights with opaque black hearts printed on them.

I walk back to the side of my bed and slip on the soft slippers I had forgotten to put on. The floor is too cold to be walking barefooted.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door slowly.

I set my clothes on the counter of the sink and begin to strip off my pajamas. I hop into the shower and turn it on, I wait for the water to become warm, then begin to wash my hair and body.

Showers are my thinking time. I always start my day this way; I think of the things I'd have to do today, the things I can do, plans for Marie and I. Just to plan ahead. Marie wakes up an hour and thirty minutes after me, so I'm usually making breakfast for both of us while she's in the shower. We converse about any plans we want to make for the day or any other day while we eat.

I hop out of the shower and dry myself with my soft plush towel that was hanging on the towel rack, then I wrap it around my hair. I put on my clothes still thinking,

I think we'll go shopping today. Maybe busk a little. Marie was upset for some reason yesterday, I want to cheer her up.

Marie is my best friend. We've been best friends since the 6th grade. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without her. We're more like sisters. Some say we even look like we could be sisters. I'm just very lucky to have her. For all these years, she has never left my side. I owe her so much.

After putting on my day's attire, I apply some leave-in conditioner into my hair. I claw my fingers through my hair and shake and ruffle my hair a bit to separate the long wavy locks. It's easier for hair to air dry this way. I don't like to comb or brush my hair either; I just use my fingers.

I turn the golden knob of the cream colored door and make my way through the darkness to my bed. I stand there as I check my phone for any texts, emails, missed calls and other notifications.

Just only one text about setting up a gig for Marie and I to perform at a Bistro shop.

Chill, I thought, I'll text back a little later.

I look at the time. 6:23 A.M.

In the middle of making my bed, I hear a tired voice, "Morning, Chevelle".

"Good-morning, Marie", I reply smiling as I look towards her side of the room. "What do you want for breakfast today?"

"Hmm", she moans and sits up rubbing her eyes then puts on her rounded box-like glasses, "I don't know, I want something with chocolate though", Marie says while picking out clothes from our closet. We share clothes, and we usually buy things we both can wear. Occasionally buying things for ourselves. We find it saves money to do so.

"Alright, well, cereal it is then", I tease her and chuckle as I finish up making my bed. She knows how good of a chef I am.

"Ew", she laughs as she enters the bathroom to change and wash her face.

Growing up, my father would bake many types of bread for the family because we didn't have money for school lunches. My two siblings and I would bring home-made food to school. I eventually learned to cook and make bread from my father. Baking was something I enjoyed to do with my grandmother. Thinking about it, I guess cooking runs in the family.

I take my phone and open the music app. I begin to play some Oldies but Goodies as I walk out of the room and down the hall to the stairs.