Cherry soda calamity

🍒twelve🍒

I was slowly getting used to the morning routine of dragging myself out of bed, and acting like I wasn't dead tired in the car with my mother every school day.
She'd completely stopped taking my phone away at night, and I've thrown my sleep schedule aside completely.
I started getting more into internet culture, but I wasn't picking up on the slang.
But anyhow, I've gotten into the habit of going to bed at around 4, and taking naps as soon as i got home.
I didn't really make the effort to correct my sleep because there were three days left of school, but I know I probably should.

Normally in the summer my mother would make me go to summer school so I could be prepared for next year, but she hadn't said a thing about it.
Normally, I'd be eating "summer fun with numbers" booklets for breakfast by now, but there was nothing.
I think it's kind of weird how relaxed my mother has been with me, and really I thought it would only get worse because Pops was the one holding her harshness back whenever I'd get into trouble, but so far she's been the most relaxed I've seen her in a long time.
After all the animosity of the move, she'd just kind of really mellowed out, which I'm definitely not complaining about, but I am questioning it.

I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was 6 AM.
Oh no
I looked to the window and saw the dim bits of light poking through the curtains.
Oh no oh no oh no oh no
I had pulled my first all nighter unintentionally, but that was fine. I would just have to load up on coffee before I leave, this is fine, this is fine.
I sat up in my bed, and wrapped the blanket around me while I scrolled through ignored notifications, I looked around the room and cringed as my bare feet hit the chilly floor.
I couldn't for the life of me find the box where I put my slippers.
I stretched out and grabbed my leggings from yesterday, and speed walked to the bathroom, hoping my mother wouldn't see me running through the house in just my sweatshirt.
I looked in the mirror and gasped a little bit. My eyes were so red, and puffy.
I pulled at the lids a little bit for some reason, I guess it was just to feel how puffy they were.
I splashed some water on my face and went through my morning routine; hair up, wet my face, put on face wash, brush my teeth, pick at my budding acne for a bit, leave hair up as I hold a pair of tweezers to my thick eyebrows for a good 2 minutes, too scared to do anything to them,
Then Debate on putting makeup on, decide against it, get dressed, put my hair down then back up a few times, give myself a few final up-and-downs in the mirror and tidy up the mess i made around the sink.
I look At myself in the mirror for a few seconds before sighing, my eyes were still red and puffy, but maybe my mother wouldn't notice.
I straighten my shirt out and toss my sweatshirt into the hamper before open the door.
My mother jumped back a little bit, still in her pajamas.
"Oh goodness, you scared m-" she stopped mid sentance and leans down to look at my eyes.
Her face goes through several emotions before she stands up straight and crosses her arms.
Oh dear