*Alexandria*
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“Morning Daughter, remember what day is today?” I heard my mom ‘wake me up’ from the intercom on the side of my bed. She’s probably in the dining room by now. Sadly, she didn’t know at all that I had been awake for ½ an hour. I can’t sleep well, so I barely sleep daily. Oh, and did I mention I hate my birthday?
“Mom, I know what day is today, (sadly)” I was drowsy and sleepy.
“What did you say? Oh honey, you have to get a new diet so you can fit in the dress I gave you. I’m only trying to help you honey. Please, can you go to the gym with me?” and the unsaid ‘you’re fat’ lays in the freezing cold air, thanks for making my day lovely mother. “Turn that freezing thing off, if you want to live in the cold then go live in the North Pole.”
“You’re not even here, how do you know it’s cold?” She’s probably in the kitchen having some nonfat yogurt with orange juice to give me an example of how to eat healthy. Yuck.
“I know you and I could feel it while coming here. Turn it off.” Oh, forgot to mention. My mom has probably some kind of supersensitive skin that can sense the temperature.
“Mom, I like it cold. I’m gonna go take a bath, see you downstairs.”
“OK honey, by the way you are late. Don’t stay half an hour in the bathroom please. Have a nice day.”
I went to the bathroom taking my book with me. It was hard to get off my colorful bed; I wish the bed cloth were purple with black. I would love that. I turned on the water and read my book until the bathroom was excessively hot to stay in it. After that I bathed and changed into the school’s Monday uniform. I went downstairs.
My mom doesn’t like the new hairstyles to the side or the hair halfway into the face, or the bangs, and though she uses that hairstyle, she doesn’t like me using it. Therefore, I go to school with a ponytail that makes my forehead look way bigger than it should be.
“Mother, can I stay afterschool to help in the dance decorations?”
“Well, good morning Princess Alex. How is your day until now, especially since today is your birthday? What’s in today’s agenda?”
“Morning Daddy, it is OK I guess. I just really wish I could help. Daddy, can I please help…”
“Of course sweetie pie, but I would like you to do stuff for yourself in your birthday, but if you want to help whatever you want is fine with me. At least let me give you your brother’s present and mine.” Man, I love this two people. Dad is absent almost daily in meetings with the “pack” as he calls his business associates, therefore on my birthdays he gives me great gifts. Besides the material part, he is caring and understanding with me. I love my Daddy.
The present was a credit card with 5 thousand dollars and two 4-wheeled motorcycles, one black for when I pretend I’m a boy, and one purple for fun. Have I ever mentioned I love my brother? I can ride a bike, but look somewhat ridiculous with my hair, so I pretend I’m a guy when I go to practice. I suck but have always wanted to become a pro, so it’s one of my life goals apart from school.
“But honey, are you sure you can go out without being, you know…” Still, the word ‘bullied’ stayed in the air.
“Mother, if I have survived for the last 9 years of my life, I think I can survive a little longer.”
“Fine, if that’s what you want. But…”
“What’s the catch?
“You have to go to the gym with me.” Directly to the catch, no shame, pure fame.
“No, I’ll swim laps in the pool, but no gym.”
“You like to negotiate. Thirty laps around the pool to stay in the decorations committee. No,” she said as she took the plate of eggs, beans, tortillas, and chicken wings away from me. “You are having toast with diet cream cheese. Have to start eating healthy.” If she wanted me to have a healthy diet then why didn’t she take me to the nutritionist? Instead, she tries to use my grandma’s diet with me! She’s almost 80 and it worked for her, but it doesn’t mean that it would work with a freaking 13 year old! “Have a nice day sweetie, and don’t eat double, and work at school. Why in the world do you have a bat at hand Tyler?”
“I owe revenge to a little someone. Bye mommy, daddy.” Yep, that’s my big brother Tyler. He is amazing, but is sort of the player type, but besides that, he’s a great brother. He’s only 15 years old but has a driver’s license since in his birth card, they put the wrong year and he never wanted to change it.
I went out of the house before mother started bombarding me with diet habits. “Morning Tyler”
“Morning Dria, you finally convinced mother to stay afterschool?”
“Yep, you owe me 20 bucks.” Besides the fact that he thinks Collin and I are dating, my big bro is awesome. Collin and I skipped 4th grade, so we see him daily. Tyler is a junior, and the youngest of his class. His naturally tall and built body give him the look of being older. If he weren’t the most popular person in the football team, I would swear he would be my second best friend, but he still somewhat is.
“Hey, the purple motorcycle with pink and black paint is my gift to you. I owe you nothing.” He stuck out his tongue so I’ll get him later.
We got into his hummer and drove off. Unluckily the school is just 15 minutes away.
I thought of my best friend, Collin. Lately I realized I sort have a small crush on him. It took me weeks to finally come to that conclusion. Besides the help from my loving maniac-driving big bro. It feels weird not to be around him. As if, I am mea… OUT. Stupid thoughts GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
“Alexandria? Are you OK? You are putting way too many faces back there. But, they’re also hilarious so I shouldn’t have said anything. Stupid Tyler.”
“What, um yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking hard.”
“OK, hey I got a message from your boyfriend that we have to pick him up. Apparently he fought with his mother about the dance again, and his punishment includes taking the bus.”
“Collin is not my boyfriend, he’s my only friend.”
“Ouch, that hurt sweetie.” He faked a hurt smile and turned around completely, to my horror he had no hands in the wheel!
“KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL BUTTHEAD! I don’t want to die today you know.”
“I am driving, just not with my hands DriDri. I’m driving with my feet, duh. Are you blind sweetie?”
“You wanna keep your hands?” I joked
“Are you threatening me on your birthday?”
“Yes, and now is time for revenge. You didn’t forget!” I jumped out, bumped my head but went straight to the front of the car, and hugged his face as good as I could without ending up in a car crash. I heard a door open, but I was too happy to notice.
“Um, do you forget we are sort of late?” Collin! What is he doing here? We are moving, right. What the…
“Hey Collinous, what up? Oh and Tyler, when did we stop? You weren’t even seeing the road.”
“Told you I was driving. Now I’ll leave you two to get all lovely.” He stuck his tongue at me, went back to his seat, and closed the window before I could smack him in the head.
“So, what have you gotten for your b-day yet? And why are you squishing Tyler’s head with your bare hands?”
“I thought he had forgotten my birthday is today. And now I realize, you haven’t either!” and with that I lunged to him. I got his neck in my hands in a grasp I would be surprised to death if he got out of.
“Hey Collinator, don’t do that in the car. You, Alexandria Vanessa Phoenyx, I expected more from you. Now, I want you two to get apart from that…compromising position.” I saw what he meant. I was sitting with Collin’s face looking down at the top my huge thighs by the force of my arms and one of my hands was almost in his…uniform. I blushed disproportionately much; I think only red paint can copy the color. Collin did the same, but looked away so I couldn’t see if he was red or pink.
