November 25, 1986
Anna POV:
7:56 AM
SHITTTT. I OVERSLEPT.
Is it the weekend? No I'm pretty sure today is a school day, right? It's Thursday, I think.
Well if it's not, I mines well get up and get something to eat. I jumped up and put on a grey T-shirt, a big black sweater, shitty jeans and shitty converse.
I checked my parents room to see if they were in there and they were both gone. Hmph. They must be gone off to work.
I went to the bathroom but that has no relevance at all, haha.
I ran down the stairs and started making breakfast. Kill two birds with one stone, get Kurt to wake up to something to look forward to. He's not the easiest person to wake in the morning.
I cooked some eggs, bacon and whatever meaningless shitty food we had in our house.
Should I scream down the stairs, or walk down there and wake him up. Walking down there seemed to be a little much so I resorted to screaming.
"KURT, WAKE UP WE HAVE SCHOOL. IF YOU CARE. I MADE FOOD. GET UP!" I shouted down the stairs of the basement.
I laughed and turned from the door, he's gonna be mad at me now.
I finished breakfast and put them on two plates. I figured he would get up sooner or later so I ran upstairs to brush my teeth and use the loo. I started actually getting ready for the day and I got all of my stuff into my backpack.
I walked to the top of the stairs and threw my backpack down the stairs creating aloud thump. I laughed because I hate school so much.
I slumped down the stairs and kicked my backpack into the kitchen to see Kurt picking at the food I made at the table.
I kicked my backpack too hard and it hit the wall.
"Morn." I say moving my arm like I was running. A little too chipper.
Kurt looked up at me like he had just woken up. Literally. Hah.
"Hi." He said groggily.
"Someone's in a bad mood." I said plopping down in one of the kitchen chairs.
"You couldn't walk downstairs and wake me up nicely?" He asked throwing bacon at me.
I caught it and widened my eyes and mouth in shock. "Kurt! This is a waste of food. And you see....I would have to walk down stairs and that's a lot of work."
"You're so lazy!" He announces sulking his head closer to the table with his hair covering his eyes and eating.
"I don't even know why you bother going to school. You're failing all classes, and you really don't need an education to sing and play guitar." I confess rolling my eyes and taking fast.
"Tell that to my father. He'd appreciate me more." He mumbles while playing with his fork.
"I will. He'll probably kill both of us, but he has a right to see your talents." Said I before getting up and putting the rest of my food in the fridge.
I have this thing about wasting food so I always save good. Gross, I know.
"Hurry up and eat." I demand and pick up my backpack from its little dugout in the wall. I kick it enough that there is a dent in the wall, not lying.
"I just started eating." He says looking at me like I just took his guitar away, which would not end well.
"You started eating a while ago. Were gonna talk to Krist. I know you Kurt, you want him to say yes but you won't tell me. Let's go persuade him to do it." I say lightly jumping up and down in my standing position.
"Ok." He says throwing the remains of his food in the garbage and getting his backpack, which was on the back of the chair he was sitting on.
"Let go get you a band!" I say skipping to the door.
We both laugh and he remains quiet. For someone who is always quiet, I do worry. I worry he might be really disturbed or depressed. I just don't want to see anything back happen to my friend.
(Sorry this chapter is short. Next chapter will be better/longer/filled. I write. At night and I'm super tired. Hope you liked it.)
