What You Can't See

It's A Wierd Day

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The green dragon alarm clock sounded precisely at seven in the morning. Fanol only buried herself deeper under her warm and plush blanket, willing the alarm clock to stop. She had put her alarm clock far away from her bed for two reasons: one- the dragon alarm clock was annoyingly loud- and two –to force herself to get out of bed. Finally giving, up, Fanol jumped out of the bed, slipped on her blue dragon slippers and then jumped over to the alarm clock to slam it off. Giving a frustrated sigh, Fanol went to open the blinds in her room, allowing the dim morning light to filter in. She was not a morning person; she was the type who’d stay up all night if allowed. Fanol lived alone in a one room apartment that was two blocks away from her college and five blocks away from a large shopping mall. She paid only four-hundred dollars because she was a student (she got off lucky talking to the manager that day she visited the apartments). Fanol had chosen to take the morning classes so she’d had the afternoon to do what she needed and the night to do her homework. She worked part time at the Borders in the Cherry Mall, and because she was well known at Borders with exceptional customer service, Fanol got a raise in her payment every six months. It was a fun part-time job, paid well and gave enough to Fanol to buy what she needed with a little extra. She had gotten a scholarship for writing at the college she applied to and got free admission to the college and fifty percent off everything. It was a great deal to say the least.

            Her parents hadn’t always accepted Fanol’s writing; they often scoffed it as her way of venting her anger on them when that, in fact, wasn’t true at all. Fanol only wrote how she felt inside. Sure the poems might have had related a trifle to what her life was, but she wrote about the common problems of the world. She wrote about what people would not talk about. Rarely would she write a short story, and she had never been able to get past a two chapters when she attempted to write a true novel. Once she was nineteen she got her own apartment close to her college when she had enough money. Her parent’s only smiled they day she left, which left a small hole in Fanol’s heart; they had never showed any support to her, or her older sister Lola. They only cared about money and buying things for themselves, and whenever she or Lola would ask for something for school, they’d scowl for about an hour saying they would think about it, and then they would say yes, but punish her or Lola for the night. Fanol and Lola soon learned to rely on their kind grandparents, who always took care of them when they were over for the holidays.

            Fanol shook her head as she stood at the foot of her bed. She always thought of these events in the morning to show her to the reality. Sometimes Fanol wouldn’t dwell on it, for it put her in a bitter mood, and sometimes she did. It was seven fifteen by the time Fanol had gotten dressed and showered. She was in the kitchen making French toast for breakfast. Her morning English class started at seven-forty, giving Fanol enough time to eat breakfast and hop on her bike to ride over to college, where’d she meet her best friend Anya.

            Anya was Fanol’s best friend and has been since elementary school, and was the only person who truly understood Fanol.  They had vowed to go to the same middle school, same high school, and the same college. Sometimes Anya would come over after classes and hang out with Fanol. They would listen to music, work on projects, or just go to the movies.

            Fanol finished her French toast and drank her glass of milk before heading to the living room to fetch her backpack and green bicycle. She put her phone and iPod in her pockets, grabbed her keys and headed outside, locking the apartment door after she was outside. Once seated, Fanol pedaled the two blocks to Feral College. She enjoyed the wind that surrounded her as she rode her bike; she liked the feeling of going through wind. Once she arrived at the college, she went to the bike rack, where she found Anya already waiting. After hooking up her bike, Fanol turned her attention to Anya, who was dressed in her normal red tiger shirt, black cargo pants and red sneakers. Her black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her brown eyes highlighted by the brown eyes shadow she had put on.