Liar

Good Morning, Viola

The pure white snow was falling from the grey sky to settle in a blanket on the earth bellow my window. The trees sat silently behind my house, like black claws reaching up from hell. My annoying alarm was beeping from across my room but I had chosen to ignore it for the sake of staying warm. My yellow, dusty blinds were drawn across the frosted windows but I could still feel a slight draft ghosting over my eyelids. After a minuet of relentless beeping I figured either I gave in or the beeping would never stop. I Propped my head up onto my elbow to scan the darkness surrounding me. Eventually I rose up onto my wobbly feet and stumbled over to the clock that now shone 6:35. I spun back around to hop back into the warm embrace of my blankets when my phone buzzed suddenly from my bedside table.

J- Good morning, Viola <3 Did you sleep well?

V- Morning Joslyn, I did sleep well and I was gonna get a few more minutes in, but you texted me first.

J- Hahaha sorry about that, sweetheart, see you at school *kiss*

V- See you then! <3

At this point I was far too awake to even think about sleeping again, instead I stumbled blindly over the cold, wooden floor and over to my closet door. In a rush I slipped on a pair of black insulated leggings, boots and a plain blue t-shirt.

"Viola, are you coming down?"

My mom yelled at me from the bottom of the steps every morning without fail, and every time I merely roll my eyes and continue on with my routine.

Only 20 minutes later my hair is brushed and tied back with a yellow bandana, teeth are brushed, bag is packed full of binders that were never opened last night and my jacket is slung over one shoulder as I run down the stairs in a hopeless attempt to get some breakfast. To my surprise there are two muffins left! This day is off to a great start. I grab both, my favorite mason jar cup filled with a berry smoothie and head out the door into the biting cold.

The yellow bus almost hurt my eyes to look at as it rounded the corner and stopped in front of my house. I walked up the same familiar steps, down the familiar isle and into the seat that I had been sitting in for months now next to my friend Felix.