Isolation (Book #1 of the Taylor Series)

Six

It's the weekend, finally. No work, no school, only church to worry about. Thankfully, I won't be attending because Mom is afraid I'll ruin her reputation by opening my mouth around her friends.

"Everybody up! If you aren't ready in fifteen minutes with your Sunday Clothes on, we're leaving without you!" Mom shouts up the stairs. I can hear my siblings groan from their rooms.

I sigh contently as I stare at the stars that I put on the ceiling when I was twelve and this room was shared between Lauren and me. I stretch all of my muscles without a care in the world. Is this what it's like to wake up whenever you have nothing to worry about? When things are going right, and you feel like life is finally giving you a break?

Is this how billionaires wake up?

Nah, they probably wake up on a bed made out of money, with satin sheets, pillows, and blankets. They are probably allowed to stay in those comfortable beds all day, without moving a muscle. Maybe they'd move their fingers a centimeter to where their expensive, top of the market laptops are, and donate to their favorite charities.

A million dollars here, a million dollars there.

I sigh again and roll out of my bed. For a moment, I'm surprised to see that I slept in pajamas instead of my work clothes. Then I remember that I actually wanted to sleep last night. Sleeping would've been such a great way to end the long, gift from god day. Though, I don't know how I managed to get to sleep in my five dollar pajamas from Walmart. 

"Are you guys going?" Lauren asks as she pins her dishwater blonde hair into a ponytail. She's taken it upon herself to sneak into my bathroom to get ready. Not that I mind. She and Julie put it to more use than I ever do.

I look over to Sienna who has miraculously fit on the other side of my twin bed. She's groaning but gets up anyway. She brushes random strands of hair that have escaped her tight braid behind her ears.

"I have to. If my parents find out that I missed a day, I'd no longer be breathing. This would be the last you both see me." She rumbles, sleep still heavily present in her voice.

A small smile grows on my lips, but Lauren stares at me, waiting for an answer.

I shake my head as if it were obvious. "I'm not going, but I guess I'll drive Sienn to her church. I'll probably go hang out with Graham." I mutter, and she nods.

 She takes one last glance at herself in the mirror before she shuts the bathroom door and exits my room. I stretch and yawn one last time before I get out of bed and walk over to my tiny closet that barely manages to hold all of my clothes.

"Who was that guy you were talking to on your lunch break yesterday?" Sienna whispers as I grab a maroon sweater and a pair of dark faded skinny jeans.

Even though it usually doesn't get too cold here in Utah during October, I'd still rather not have my family comment on how I'm a slut for not covering myself up.

Her question brings a smile to my face, and I turn to face her. She's eyeing me with an expecting look, and I sigh dramatically to tease her about how happy she thinks talking to him made me. She rolls her eyes and walks over to her overnight bag behind her, beneath my nightstand. I watch as she quickly grabs the nicest clothes that she packed.

A dull yellow dress with a baby pink floral design, and a matching yellow cardigan. Knowing that she would only wear such formal looking clothes for church brings a smile to my face. She usually doesn't even care what she wears. During the weekdays, you can see her wearing t-shirts for products like Pepsi or Apple, it doesn't even matter if it has holes all over it. On the days she does decide to dress up, it's usually just in one of her father's plaid button-ups.