"Lots of people say girls are weak...
...I beg to differ."
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It practically started off as any other day for me, the teenage wallflower. Sad? Quite. For a reason? Many. The daylight shown through my window and glistened on my face causing me to wake up. It was an unpleasant sight for me but it didn't matter, I was awake now. Hard to go back to sleep after that, right? Slowly I sat up in my queen sized bed and rested my back against the backboard, looking around my room.
"Great..." I murmur.
Getting out of bed was a drag, especially in the mornings. I could barely keep my eyes open. Just another boring day for me and I didn't know how much longer I could take, even when the day is in fact just beginning. First day of being a senior, woohoo. Not. I'm really not looking forward to seeing anyone at school today, just the thought of passing people by in the hallways is enough to make me lose my mind.
"Maya?" My mother whispers, knocking on the door lightly.
Not that she needed to anyway, she was already making her way into my room with a giant smile plastered onto her face. Revealing her perfect white teeth she sat on the edge of my bed, causing me to shift uncomfortably.
"Hey.." She practically whispers.
"Hi." I reply and pick at the strings of my blanket. Totally not awkward.
"Ready for your first day of school, baby girl?" I can tell she's trying her hardest to carry on a conversation with me but its not working. Yet I cant blame her for that, afterall it is sorta my fault for us not being as close as we were.
"God, no." I laugh and look out the window, feeling her hand rest on my knee. She gives me a sympathetic look. I hate that, she looks at me like I'm some kind of child. I clear my throat slightly and shift again, causing her to retreat her hand and sigh.
"Breakfast is downstairs, Maya." She mumbles under her breath and stands up, walking out of my room.
Ouch. I feel guilty, but it doesnt matter. With a long exaspperated sigh and an eyeroll, I find myself slowly standing up and walking into the bathroom. Man I look like shit, which makes me laugh quietly as I turn the knob to the shower. I wait till its warm enough and undress myself, stepping in. The water loosens my tense muscles and it feels really nice.
Throughout my morning routine the only thing I could think about was my friends. Have they changed? Are they still the same? It sets me on edge just thinking about it. I mean we haven't been in touch ever since the first week of summer. No plans were made, just eating and sleeping. What fun.
The smell of bacon travels to my room and my mouth waters, causing my to slip my jeans on in a hurry and slip my converse in. When I see the time it reads 7:44 and I curse myself silently, running down the stairs, tripping over myself and couple of times. I laugh again, never can I take myself seriously.
"Smells good." I say, smiling slightly.
I grab a plate and sit down, already scarfing the food down. She still doesnt reply and I chew slowly, furrowing my brows. Moments later my dad jogs down the stairs in his police uniform. Coffee already in his hand, as always. It brought a small smile to my face.
"Morning ladies." He says with a happy sigh, coming over to my and kissing my forehead without ruffling my hair a bit.
I groan and shove him away, laughing as I watch him already making his way mom, wrapping one arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. They're in love, I know it. And I also know that my dad is secretly hiding the fact that he hates me. Yet I dont pay any mind to it.
