Dear Life, Love Saturday

Dear Life, Meet Embarrassment, My New Fiance.

I was jolted awake; believe me, it is NOT a pleasant experience. 

The car had stopped abruptly.

I squinted at the streaming sunlight, they were stabbing daggers to my poor eyes. Calm the hell down, sun, we get it; you are a bright star, no need to make a point. Sheesh. The car door was opened, which didn't work very well because I was leaning on it. Now, thanks to my cat like reflexes I straightened my self.

Sure.

I fell flat on my ass on the concrete ground. My sleepiness was immediately eradicated, as pain worked all the way to my arm. A man shrieked and helped me up. 

"Oh em gee, I am so sorry!" Adam shrilled and held me up. I muttered a 'it's fine', even though it was not. I dusted some dust from my shoulders and picked up my backpack from the seat. And then I turned and grouched.

I was here. 

I looked at the looming mansion. I wish I could call it a dingy castle, something that would have probably helped me hate on my new home. But hell no, karma was intent on making me love my doom.

I scowled and still stared at the dashing modern mansion. Glass panels and bricks placed in such a way that it made this house the most sleek and stylish that existed. The glistening waters of the swimming pool. I groaned. I hated swimming, but still, I had to admit it; my parents had style. 

"Umm, Miss Starling, can you ring the doorbell, I'll bring the baggages in."  I turned to see a struggling Adam. I huffed and nodded.I stalked towards the white door. I rang the door bell. I heard the distinctive clinking of heels. 

Brace yourself.

The door opened to reveal a smiling maid. She couldn't have been much older than me; probably 25 or something. Her grin was contagious and I found the end of my mouth twitching. Her eyes were gleaming with happiness. With black hair and pale skin, I found myself staring at a real life Snow White. 

That sort of optimism was killing me. 

"You must be Saturday!" She happily squealed. I nodded. She ushered me into the house. I'm not even going to attempt to describe the house; it was splendid, enough said.

"Your mum is not home yet, hon, so why don't you go to your room?" 

Awesome. My mother wasn't here to see me after she 'oh so' wanted me back. I had gone through 9 hours of boredom, and she couldn't even come to freaking see me. Tres freaking bien. This woman must have seen the look of disdain painted on my face, she smiled a little.

"Or, maybe I could give you a treat before you go up?" 

I perked up. A treat? Damn, I feel like a dog.

"What about a quick black current ice tea?" She asked grinning, like a mother giving a surprise to her kid.

"Ce serait magnifique! " I gushed. It took me a while to realize that she probably didn't know what I said. I usually spoke in franglais (French + English) at Sarah's. 

And then the sad feeling crept up. But I still nodded, trying to force happiness in my head.

The maid grinned and turned away. I sighed. Sighing was something I was doing a lot today. I wondered how much carbon dioxide I was releasing. 

Was it going to be enough to suffocate me out of this depressing dream?

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"YOU AND I!"

Whuh?

"I'D RATHER DIE WITHOUT YOU AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

What the hell? I turned to find what was going on. 

BAM.

I was kissing the floor. 

"IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, SINCE I CAME AROUND!" 

I got up and switched my alarm off. I loved Lady Gaga, but not when she was singing about me and the floor.

I stood up groggily. It was 2 in the afternoon. After drinking a glass of heavenly iced tea from Delilah (That was the goddesses name, the one who made my day) I had taken a long nap.I stretched and yawned, and tried to avoid the wave of sudden lethargy that gripped me. Enough sleep.

Sleep was denial; at least in my case. 

I dusted off imaginary dust. And then I had the immense pleasure of seeing my beautiful face. 

I gagged. 

See, this is what Saturday does; she laughs at herself and talks about herself in third person. I was looking delirious. I looked like Bellatrix Lestrange. If she had survived a cyclone.

My dark brown hair and escaped from the crutches of the blasted rubber band and had made way to my face in the most craziest of ways. My light eye make up was smudged to such an extent, I had racoon eyes. Not to mention, that I had slept in my glasses. So I could see kaleidoscopes.

Now I know what it feels like to be high. 

I am one of those slightly deranged girls who dress like people who aren't people. Black stockings,a creme skirt and, wait for it, a tucked in blue superman shirt. FABU-LOUS.

I am awesome, aren't I?

I sucked in my cheeks and grabbed my phone. A dozen missed calls from an aunt could wait. I decided that I needed a pint of Orange juice. I got out of the blasted pink room. Yes my room was pink. It was painted when I of an age where getting influenced by Barbie wasn't considered 'Peer Pressure.'

I made my way down the staircase. 

"Del-LILAH! Can I have a glass of Orange Juice 100 percent , Sil vous plait? My head is killing me. It's as if a monkey has exploded in my head. Not just any monkey, Donkey Kong. What-"

I stopped midway when I saw Delilah, who had emerged from somewhere with a grin the size of Titanic. 

She motioned me with her eyes to look to my right. And I did.

Right beside me were about twenty something people, all dressed in the most outgrageous shade of green. I mean, all (EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM) was dressed in a shade resembling puke. 

I was about to snap out of my dilemna when the world suddenly tilted. I was on the floor, with a big golden dog barking at me, and my ass hurting.

As I stared at the face of that bitch, quite literally, my phone rang. Now, one must have figured it out. I was very obnoxious. Keeping that in mind, guess what my ringtone was.

You got it right.

So with a squeeling Rebecca Black and a throbbing butt, I stared at the looming faces of puked upon by stangers.

Welcome home.

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Filllleeerrrrrr.

Yesh, it was one. The actual story starts from the next chapter. Blehhhh. So don't kill me.

Please please , if you like it commote (comment+ vote). 

I make it sound cool.

hahahaha.

I'm rambling.

BYEE.