Hero

Summer; it's great isn't it? schools out, beach hair, tanned skin, everything's warm, and if you're lucky enough to be skinny you'll probably be at the beach every other day with you're 'perfect' boyfriend. Am I right? I think so. But I'm not like that, I'm not your typical teenage girl. I'd rather sit in my dark, cold boring bedroom than be outside where everybody obsesses over Starbucks and take 83 selfies a day. 

My sixteenth birthday was yesterday, and there was nothing sweet about it. The day started off with a wake up call from my mother at 6:00am. Why 6:00am you ask? No idea. My mother is a morning person and wanted my 'sweet sixteen' to last forever. Her motto is "wake up early, go to bed late and it'll feel like that day lasted forever" which I found completely stupid because the shorter the day and the more sleep I get; the happier I am. After my mom literally, and I mean literally dragged me out of bed, I went to the bathroom and undressed myself from my old childish Pajamas that I've had forever and looked at my naked, pale, body reflection in the full sized mirror in front of me. I have never liked my body shape; short, I think I am only around 5 foot something, and I was kind of awkward; I wasn't chubby, but I wasn't skinny. I was just kind of normal and curve-less. The more I look at my body, the sadder I get. Sometimes, I get so sad that I start crying, and this was one of those times. I stared into my big bright green eyes as tears poured out of them every other second. I managed to calm down and stopped myself from physically hurting myself. I checked my phone, the time showed 6:15am. I have already been in here for 15 minutes so it's about time that I actually get into the shower and try to make myself look presentable. So I quickly brushed my long, hip length , dull black hair that I had dyed that colour a month ago behind my mothers back and told her that it 'matches my personality' which she didn't like very much. I sighed and spun myself around and got into the shower. 

Getting in the shower is hard to do; but getting out is even harder. At least that is what I think. But I eventually got out, the clock on my phone says 6:43am. I tend to take somewhat long showers, which is actually great considering it's the most exciting part of my day. I threw my hair into a towel and settled it on top of my head and dried my body off with another towel. I held the towel up around my body and walked back to my room. When I got back to my room I put my undergarments on and tried to settle with an outfit for my 'big day'. Black skinny jeans and a white, black, red and grey plaid shirt or light blue distressed jeans with a plain burgundy t-shirt? I ended up picking the black jeans and the plaid shirt.

Normally I don't do anything with my hair, but my sister is a hair dresser and she is in town for the next week because of my birthday so she said she'd do my hair. I was pretty much done getting ready so I opened my bedroom door and walked down the wide hallway then down the set of 5 stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and poured some water into it. 

"Breakfast?" My mom said in a preppy tone. 

"No, I'm fine. Not hungry" I answered

"You're never hungry" mom said with concern and her mood switching from happy to upset right away. 

Story of my life, I though. I really am never hungry. I guess it's a side effect of being depressed. 

"So when's Vanessa going to be here to do my hair?" I shot back trying to change the subject quickly. 

"Um, she's suppose to be here at 7:30" 

"Great, so another 8 minutes and I'll have to face the devil" 

"Emerlyn! Don't talk about your sister that way! She has been such a good big sister to you, doing your hair and all for free, you should try to be more like her" 

"No, mom! I don't want to be like her! Everybody likes her so much more than me and it's only because she is pretty, skinny and she's fake." 

"It's because she's always happy, maybe you should try that for a change"