A cup of Coffee

Chapter 5:School Drools

"WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" somebody yells.

I groan and throw the blankets off me. I walk towards the bathroom and see a terrible looking girl in the mirror. AHHHHHHH! That horrible looking girl is sadly me! #singleforever. Sadly. I slump my shoulders and lean over the sink and rub soap over my face. I take my washcloth and wet it letting the soap rest on my face. After my towel is all wet I rub off the soap and sigh. Life is so boring. I brush my teeth and put my contacts in. Yes, my eyes are horrible so I wear soft contacts. I walk downstairs and see my mom making breakfast. She hands me a peanut butter sandwhich lightly toasted. A normal  Thursday school morning.

Then everything goes black.

"WAKE UP!!!!!!!!"

I cover my head with my blankets. My dreams are getting way to real.

I feel a hand press on my forehead and the figure looks like mom. I throw my blankets aside and groan.

"Mom I'm not feeling good today." I say with fake sickness in my voice. "Can I not go to school?"

"Ha Ha,You thought I was mom?!" my brother Owen says smirking.

"Shut up,I feel horrible."

"After that boy stood in our backyard,how can you feel horrible? He's a hunk of  man candy!" Owen jokes and I gag.

"You are so gay!" I yell and reach for a pillow on my bed. I hit him hard on the head with my pillow and push him. "And he's not hot!He's ugly as fuck!"

Sort of. Wink wink. If only he knew.

"Anyways get up!" Owen yells.

"I will when I want to!" I yell back.

He walks out of the room and I sigh. Another regular boring school day.
I walk across my room an pull the drawers open. I pick out some sweatpants that don't look half as bad as I do and a plain purple tanktop that looks 50 years old. I'm glad I'm not a stereotypical girl who wears jeans and a cute top an shirt everyday. I also and very proud to say this but I don't wear makeup. It's gross and I'm don't enjoy wearing a cake on my face everyday like Michelle. The only stereotypical part of me is my shoes. I love my taco vans. Vans are then best type of shoes in the whole wide world. I throw a old maroon t shirt over my tanktop and walk out of my room. I walk to the bathroom and groan as I look at myself. My hair looks as if I was sturck by lightning. My eyes look dead and it doesn't have a glint of happiness or life. The usual look. I brush my teeth and wahs my face. I put my contacts in and it causes me to cry. Great. Now I look like a emo person who is depressed. (No offense to depressed kids)I trudge downstairs.

" GOOD MORNING!" I yell to no one in particular.

"Shut the Fuck UP!" Owen yells. "You're so ANNOYING!"

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing!"

"DID you call me Annoying?!"

"No shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"No you!"

"WHATEVER! Just stop bothering me Owen!"

"That's what I thought."

30 fucking minutes later

"We are late as fuck!Hurry up Owen!"

"Hold on I'm putting gel in my hair!"

I groan and open the garage. The light blinds me. Woah! Is that Alex?! The light is blinding and a figure is standing in the middle of it. I squint and put my hand on my forehead . Of course. It's just my silly imagination. I mean why would Alex be in my driveway? Silly me. I think I'm starting to go crazy.