Not Your Expectation (#Wattys2015)

19. Promises

'Life is good. It's actually very quiet. No problems. No Aunt Marie. No dirty looks from Mum and Dad. Jenna and Luke are going strong. Life seems to be in one of those rare, peaceful phases. Adam and I are actually bonding over and his aunt hasn't caused him any trouble. Sharon must have felt a bit scared after Adam got admitted to hospital, can't say I'm not happy about it. Actually I think this is too eerie...life being so peaceful and quiet. Hmmmm....I just wish it'll stay like this for a long time.'

I wrote in my diary. I read my words and pondered. Yes, life was indeed very quiet, it was too peaceful. My life was never too peaceful, ever. My life was like a rollercoaster, this new found peace and happiness seemed very strange to me. Almost alien-like.

Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen soon? 

I shrugged off the thought and looked at the clock on my table. 11.28 p.m. I better take a wash and go to sleep or I'd be snoring away in my World History class because it was oh so interesting.  

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Hilary Duff's 'Last Christmas' started blasting out, intruding my peaceful sleep. I shut the alarm off and turned the other side to go back to the welcoming clutches of my sleep but...

"Good morning! Rise and shine!" Jenna's cheerful voice disturbed my sleep.  

I tried to ignore her but then my loving sister just decided to pull back the curtains and let the rays of the morning sunlight invade my face. I wasn't going to let her wake me up. I pulled up my duvet over my face, snuggled deep into my pillow and closed my eyes. Jenna, being the evil witch she was, proceeded to tug away my duvet but I held it tightly. When she came closer, I kicked her and Jenna fell down.

I sniggered evilly. Now, no one can wake me up. Sleep, here I come.

Jenna wasn't deterred from her mission. However, she managed to tug away the duvet causing me to fall to the floor, rolled up in the duvet. Whatever, I'll sleep on the floor. 

"Wake up, you moron!" Jenna screamed near my ear and neatly pulled away the duvet leaving me on the cold, hard wooden floor. And then, she proceeded to tickle me until I was out of breath.

"Okay, okay, I give up. I am awake now. Let me go. Jenna, please please stop!" I giggled.

Jenna stopped her torture and I stood up from the floor, looking at the Monstrous Witch in front of me. "Why did you have to wake me up so early?" and I grumpily trudged off to the bathroom.

In my family, except me, everyone is an early riser and a light sleeper. I hate waking up in the mornings and am a deep sleeper. Mum or Jenna would be ready with their torture and ALWAYS succeed waking me up. I have an evil family, they are so jealous of my strong relationship with Mr. Sleep. 

Jenna had already set out my outfit for school. Once a week, Jenna would choose an outfit for me to wear to school. I never complained because Jenna had great taste when it came to fashion and stuff. She was more girly than me. I was a bit girly but I had my tomboy side.

I wore the outfit and applied a bit of lip gloss, that was the only make up I ever wore and that too, very rarely. In terms of make up, I wear lipstick, lipgloss and I paint my nails. You won't find me in eyeliner or mascara because I'm dead scared of eye liners and I hate mascara. I have a phobia of being poked in the eye by an eyeliner. I can hardly keep my hand steady to apply eyeliner nor do I have the patience, so I always forego the eyeliner. Mascara just makes my eyelashes stick together and if I wear mascara, I'm pretty sure I'd smudge it.

I took my backpack and headed downstairs. The smell of cinnamon rolls attacked my senses and I floated in to the kitchen. Dad was wolfing down on his breakfast, Mum was washing up the dishes. Jenna was baking more cinnamon rolls and I, I just followed what Dad was doing. No matter how evil Jenna was, Jenna was a good cook. Her cinnamon rolls are to die for. Luke would be very lucky if he marries Jenna in the future. He'd have a lifetime supply of good food.