I was a morning person. I loved waking up to the sound of ocean waves crashing. Back in California, the ocean was my backyard but now I had to program fake waves on my phone. Either way, I woke up on time and bright eyed. It was my favorite part of the day, the morning. It's the beginning of the day and any moment could determine how the rest of your day was going to go.
I especially loved blasting my music loudly as I got ready for school. Back home since my grandmother was always asleep when I woke up, I couldn't really do that. But now that I was alone, minus Scarlett, I could do whatever I wanted. Which was why Scarlett found me dancing around in my towel, singing "Tik Tok" by Kesha at eight o'clock in the morning.
"Morning, sleepy head" I greeted her grumpy and tired looking face.
"I cannot deal with you, seriously. I thought rooming with you would be fun but I never realized how happy go lucky you are in the morning. I need coffee," She said, cringing at my cheerfulness.
I didn't get a chance to reply since she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I smiled. Scar has never and will never be a morning person. She loves her sleep. But she sure as hell is a night person. I can't even count on two hands how many all nighters she's forced me to pull with her.
"Why would somebody start off a song by saying 'baby squirrel, you're a sexy motherfucker'?" Scar asked me half an hour later as Bruno Mars "Treasure" played on my phone. I leaned against the counter, slurping my cereal milk. She was sitting on the opposite counter by the fridge drinking her second cup of coffee.
"Who cares? It's a good song by an amazing singer. Don't question the mans words when the song alone is making more than your outfit," I told her. She scowled at my insult as I laughed. I was kidding, somewhat. The song had made millions of dollars but Scar looked great in a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a light grey v-neck, and white converse. Her make up was perfect as usual and her hair was down, fanning her face.
"You don't look any better," She retorted, referring to my light blue ripped skinny jeans, white oversize shirt, and black and white high top converse.
"You're an asshole in the morning. You weren't this bad in high school," I shook my head as I put my bowl in the sink.
"You weren't this annoying. And plus, I had a good dose of caffeine before school," She replied, sliding off the counter.
"Okay, well, let's go," I said, grabbing my bag and keys.
"I don't wanna go to school. If I'd known what I know now, I'd have become an actress or something that doesn't require school. What's there to look forward to? Elementary school, then middle school, then high school. But it doesn't stop there. No. There's undergraduate college for four years then another few years more of graduate college," Scar complained as we walked out of the house.
"So you'd rather be stupid?" I asked her, laughing as we got in the car.
"No. I'd rather be born smart. Like Einstein or Newton," She replied.
"Too late for that huh? Plus, you'd have to have a weird name to be a legend like that," I joked, backing out of the driveway.
"You're right, all the famous people have weird names. Newton, Einstein, Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Michael Angelo. But my name is weird too. No one is named Scarlett but a few people in the world," She responded.
"'First, Leonardo DiCaprio is an actor. You're thinking of Da Vinci. Second, Vincent, Leonardo, and Michael aren't weird names. Isaac and Albert aren't either. Maybe in America but not in Italy. And you'd be surprised how many people are named Scarlett," I told her.
