Fell For You

Not So Exciting

I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock, I groggily slapped my hand against it. With a happy sigh my head fell back in my fluffy pillow again I was left to drift into a peaceful-

Riinng Riinnngg Riiinngg.

With a loud groan I slapped it again, this time harder, I tilted my head updwards my eye's squinting to assess the damage.

Immediately my eye's shoot open, much to my displeasure it broke. I think I need to sttop eating those protein bars.

I tiredly sat up and rubbed my eye's, to take a better look. It was smashed to pieces, it was a micky mouse alarm clock. My last ever one, with a groan I scraped the pieces of my nightstand and dropped it on my rubbish bin next to my bed.

I flopped back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling in thought, I watched the streaming sunlight beam through the curtain and streak across my mustard ceiling highlighting the tiniest dust floating that filtered through the streak of gold.

With a sigh I check my wrist watch, Monday 1st of February 6:15 am.

Wait Monday...that's today!

Immediately a huge grin appeared on my face, I jumped off my bed and walked up to the window. I parted the milky white curtains and squinted at the fresh morning sun.

My window was the only one in the house that had a balcony attached to it. I flipped it open and leaned on the furnished timber balcony.

"GOOD MORNING LA PUSH!" I yelled loudly with a giggle.

Somehow I heard the faintest "MELODY, GO BACK TO BED!!!" And it sounded like Jacob's voice, well we are only three houses apart.

With a giggle I skipped back in the house after shutting my window and grabbed my towel, my shampoo and conditioner, my toothbrush toothpaste and my wash cup along with a scrub and a lemon and avacado filtered soap.

Hey don't judge, I just don't like sharing bathroom material with others, even if they are family.

I wrapped my white stainless towel tightly around myself and walked out my room. The bathroom was right next to my room and opposite from my parent's room which made it easier for me to access.

After singing in the shower and washing I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the steaming shower.

Steam erupted from the bathroom as I opened and closed the door.

For my first day of school outfit I put on blue jeans, a pair of knee lengthed brown boots given to me by my aunt from my dads tribe - Sipaku.  And a black and white sleeveless shirt with a black jacket.

I let my hair fall into curls around my face. After sprinkling a dash of foundation on my face, I rubbed a cherry lip gloss against my lips and pucker it.

I shoot a quick glance at my wrist watch, 7:05 am. Perfect I have enough time for breakfast and to go over my aspirations, my leserations, my contusions and my lecture board.

After slipping on a pair of shining silver studs, I skipped downstairs with my blue and white polka dot bag.

By the time I happily skipped off the last step I heard a faint sob.

My smile immediately disappears, replaced by a frown. The lights were off even though it was slightly dark, I walked through the narrow corridor and into the living room, my boots making the faintest thud.

I found my mother being cradled by my dad crying. Dad must've sensed my presence, he slowly turned his head towards me still hugging my crying mother.

"Dad?...what's wrong?" I asked my voice slightly above a hoarse whisper. I suddenly anticipated the worst. It was either someone died or mom found a dead bird on the porch again.

His chocolate brown eye's held the deepest sadness, and he's brows were furrowed.

Mum was still sobbing when dad replied, "honey, your uncle Henrik died. He died from a freak fire last night."

My breathing increased, I felt sadness wash over me. But I didn't know Henrik, dad never introduced me to his relatives only Jacob, Rachel, Rebecca and Uncle Bill.

Did mum know him? Probably. That would explain the crying.

Mum turned away from dad and wiped her twinkling emerald eyes, she gave me a stern look and tried putting on a real smile.  "I'm sorry honey. We're ruining your first day of school. I'm sorry, I-I'll just wash up. " She said her lips still quivering when she walked out of the living room.

I turned back to dad with a questionable stare.

He wiped his unshed tears and smiled down at me, his upper cheeks underneath his eyes wrinkling "Don't worry about this pal. You just go to school." He faked a smile and walked past me.

I turned, walked to the kitchen counter and sat. After a while, I felt slightly better. I didn't know this person. Never met him but I can feel the loss.

I ate my blueberry panncake and mapple syrup with orange juice slowly savouring the taste. I didn't feel all that excited anymore.

I heard a continuous ticking noise, I looked down at my watch and realised it was already 7:35 am. School starts at 8:05 am. Shouldn't Jacob and Seth-

My thoughts were interupted by the sound of the bell ringing.

I skipped out of my chair and dragged my feet towards the door.

I opened it and found a grinning Seth, he's eye's widened a bit as he looked me up and down.

"You look nice."

I muttered "thanks" with a sigh, "I'll go get my bag."

He followed me inside to get some water. "What's up? You look...less enthusiastic. Less bubbly and hyper. Less...ya know, you."

I grabbed my bag from the chair and poured him a glass of water, while he was drinking I explained. "Well...it's kinda hard to explain, you see one of my uncles died, you know from my dads other tribe in Southeastern Alaska. "

He stops drinking. "But you don't know anyone from there."

"Yeah, I know. It just feels weird. Maybe my guts just feeling sad I lost a blood relative or something." I shrug.

"Cheer up, 'cause Jacob has your journal and guess what?" He asked in enthusiasm.

"What?" I inquire in a week tone as we leave the house through the front door.

"Mandy fell sick with chicken pox, she won't be going to school for the first few weeks."
And just like that a smile quickly made its way to lips. But I just knew that the heavy cloud that had gathered itself in the house that morning wouldn't be lifted for atleast a week.