Thoughts. They move in and out of my mind freely, constantly. Sometimes more than I wish they would. They allow me the power to imagine but they have the strength to destroy me. It's a matter of time before they do.
"Cat!" I hear someone shout through the ceiling towards me. I pretend I can't hear anything in an attempt to avoid moving off me comfortable bed. However the shouting is persistent and I groan at the aspect of having to go all the way down the stairs. I slip off my bed and my bare feet land on my soft, plush, memory foam mat. It smells so good because it's constantly being washed. I actually don't know why things in my room are frequently in the laundry. They are all either black or a deep grey. Not that my mom approves of this. She isn't okay with her only girl out of her three kids being a gothic, antisocial tomboy.
I grumpily walk down the spiral stairs. Our home is an artistic blend of different shades of brown. That has always given me a warm feeling every time I'm inside. The kitchen is brightly lit. All the curtains in the house are open. Breakfast is neatly set on the dining table.
I take my seat and fill my plate up. I love food. Food is everything. Food is life. I see my mom in th kitchen typing happily away at her smartphone. She's smiling more than usual. I can immediately tell that there's a new boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that, she is after all a single mom. She assumed the role of both parents years ago.
I hear foot steps and lookup to see on of my two brothers standing there.
"Pass the milk Cat."
I slide the bottle across the table to him. He pours about a gallon before he stops. I've always found it funny how much guys eat. I mean I eat a lot but guys are on a whole other level. I guess I also kinda find it attractive but it's not like I'm actually attracted to someone. Yep, you guessed it, I'm single. I've never had a problem with it so I guess it isn't really a big deal to me.
"What are you looking at?"
"Anymore of those fruit puffs, Kyle and you're definitely on the road to high cholesterol," I tease my brother. He roles his eyes at me and flips me off. I mouth "I'm telling mom" back at him and he mouths "go" back at me. By this time Ethan, the oldest, is down.
"Is that a new shirt, Eth?"
"Sure is, sis," he says with an almost presidential tone.
The shirt looks good on him. He actually looks nice. Come to think of it they both went to the lengths of looking good today. I know it's the first day of school but I still opted for my usual. Black, losefitting t-shirt, black, tightfitting jeans and black Dr Martens. It's the look I'm comfortable in. A lot of people confuse me with the gothic people in our school. But I'm not like them. They laze around and have no ambitions, they talk about rock music and meet up at odd hours of the night. Looking at it now I realise how much my association with them has impacted my social life. I have such a small friend circle that it isn't even a circle.
I go into the kitchen and put my plate in the sink. I place a small kiss on my mom's cheek. I wave goodbye because now she's busy with a call and I don't want to disrupt her. I take my backpack and decide to start my walk early so I don't have to rush. I can't drive yet and I really don't like to travel with anyone of my brothers so I have to walk to school. I'm out the door in seconds and I'm greeted by the sun.
