(Original)
Hey Du/ Kleiner Android/ Hey Du/ Auf deinem Satelit/ Mit Überschall durchs Sternenmeer/ Nimm mich mit/ Ich kann nicht mehr/ Hey Du/ Kleiner Android
(English)
Hey you/ We can turn it up/ Hey you/ We can turn it up/ Silence has been killin' you/ Screamin' deep inside of you/ Just turn it up/ Just turn it up- Tokio Hotel- Hey Du
Ch 2
June 12th, 2010
Clang! Awakening my sleeping senses, I suppressed a yawn. "Too early," I groaned, but I still rolled out from the warm wrinkled sheets.
Breaking away from the curtains, the sun peaked through in a soft glow. The carpet, slightly warmer where the streaks of light burned the ground, sifted against my bare feet. Rejuvenating morning air, crisp with the dawning summer, created a cool breeze which swept through my open window.
Another clang sounded. Followed by a few other crashing objects.
I hurried down the steps leading to the kitchen. "Adileigh," I asked, "are you ok?"
No static surged the air with unknown voices from the television. Sizzling of sautéing onions choked the air pleasantly. Unusual, I thought, Adileigh almost never cooked. Maybe there's an important occasion. Though as I rounded the corner, instead of a normal greeting of sleek bleach blonde hair facing me, I recognized loose blond barrel curls with swirling highlights of pinks and oranges blending perfectly with the glimmering morning light. "Morning mum," I yawned audibly.
"You're just in time for breakfast." She smiled excitedly with a twinkle of happiness glinting in her layers of green eyes.
A home-cooked omelet slid across table; underneath my nose. Inhaling deeply, I realized something. "There's a reason you're home early," I stated, "What happened in, um, wherever you were?" Concern may not have been noticeable within my steady tone, but my heart squeezed in my chest.
"Why do you always assume the worst?" she questioned her voice as silky soft as clouds spotting the sky.
"Ok, I'm a pessimist. I thought we all knew that," I replied, my voice unmistakably drowned with sarcasm.
"So since we've clear that up-"
"No. Seriously, what happened?" A once saucy voice drastically fluctuated to a weighted tone.
"Think about it, today is-"
The door sprang open, "Ms. Rosenzwig-" called Adileigh.
"How many times do I have to tell you call me Gretchen?"
"Too many times to count," she laughed, "Anyway where do you want to put the cake?"
"On the counter is fine."
"Wait. What does she know that I don't?" Confusion was a sickness consuming me, spreading quickly. Uneasiness held my stomach and my appetite started to diminish. "Will someone just spill?"
A shared look passed between my mother and my best friend, communicating without words. With a nod from my mum, Adileigh turned to face me. In her hand a cream colored envelope.
"Happy Birthday," they chorused together.
"Wait." I paused. "It's already June 12th?"
"See, I told you. She never remembers her birthday," announced Adileigh.
"Before presents, cake," declared Mum.
"But I haven't-"
"Don't complain," Adileigh whispered, trying not be overheard. Yet with only three of us in the room, murmuring defeated the point.
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