Bzz, bzz. Bzz, bzz. Bzz, bzz.
The alarm goes off. I get out of bed. I take a shower. I get dressed. The same routine everyday. The same. How boring can your life get? Ugh, whatever.
Downstairs, i hear my older brother calling me to have breakfast.
"Coming!", I say, in the same monotone voice I use everyday.
In the kitchen, there's nothing but silence and the noises of plates and mugs being used. My brother Anthony was never a talkative person, and I think that's why we get along so well. I don't really like to talk, I only do it when extremely necessary. I did, though, like to talk. When I was younger. Before we were alone.
Me and my brother live together, but alone. Our Mom, Helena, died from cancer when I was 6 and, since her death, our Dad was never the same. He was never an affective person, but, after that, he became an alcoholic and, one day, he just left. Simply disappeared from our lives, leaving my 16 year-old brother and me, a fragile 11 year-old girl, alone. We built our lives with only the help of each other and, after 6 years, we are more than used to live like this.
Sometimes, I think I want to think about this. About the past and about how things would have turned out if my Mom hadn't passed away. But, a second later, I realize that it's pointless, so I just let it be.
"I'm leaving now, Ant."
"Okay, Samantha. Be careful."
He always says that. "Be careful". Ever since our dad left us. I never really understood it, because he know that I'm not the kind of girl that would hurt herself just because she feels sad or depressed.
"I will. And, don't use my full name. It's Sam, okay?!"
He shrugs and walks way. He has always called me Samantha, but I didn't like it.
After I close the door, a take a deep breathe. The air is cold. It gives me chills, but, at the same time, a feeling of cleanse. Like I could start everything from the begining. Ha, I wish.
And, I'm back to the same bus station I go to everyday. I see the same goth man with the scary piercings texting furiously, the same two sisters with their equal pink backpacks talking cheerfully and the same woman just standing there, looking at God knows what.
The bus arrives, making uncomfortable squeaking noises. I sit in the back row, take out my headphones and plug them into my IPhone. "Bird Gherl", by Anthony and The Johnsons, is the first song that pops out. It's my favorite. I close my eyes, lean against the bus' window, and sink into the music.
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Nothing Ever Changes
RomanceSamantha is a 17 year-old student. Simply a student. But not a simple student. Tired of the routines her life is made of. One day, she meets a mysterious guy from her class, who doesn't seem interested in school, girls or even life. How will he chan...
