Catch my Breath

Chapter One~Ninja Cats & New Kids

ONCE UPON A TIME
A not so fair maiden from somewhere very far away from where you are, was sleeping. Very gracefully, might I add. With her hair sticking out in awkward positions, drool dried on the side of her face, her limbs splayed out in weird positions, and the sound of her glorious snoring.
She was sleeping very peacefully, enjoying the solace sleep brings and the weird dreams she had that mostly involved chicken wings and Dylan O'Brien.

Let's face it; Dylan O'Brien is bae. Or at least before any of you peasants.
But besides the fact of my obsession with a boy I'll never have, I'm awoken by a boy I wished I didn't know.

My brother.

This is where that amazing story above ends and it goes to crap. "Paige, if you don't wake up now I'm gonna leave you! I'm for real now!" He's probably shouted that like, a thousand times.
It's not a motivating thing for me, I know exactly what time it is. It's only 7:15 am which also means I have some odd minutes until school starts.

I'm not like every girl who takes two hours in the fudging bathroom trying to make sure her face is contoured and her breath doesn't smell like the back end of a donkey. I dress, put a mint in my mouth, and put my makeup on in the car.

You say its unsafe, and I say it's an unsafe effective way to beat the system. I don't conform to anything relatively human, I also don't conform to shoes. I hate shoes, but love converse. Get my point?

"Geez, whatever, I'm up." I shout to her groggily wiping my eyes, George, my older brother walks in.
"You look like crap, go get dressed we're leaving in ten." He walks out rudely, oh, I see. He's in a bad mood, either me or Emily caused this. Emily is his oh so amazing girlfriend that I hate, there is a lot wrong with the girl.
She's man bait, she dresses suggestively says stupid things and is a cheer leader.

The worst thing a girl could ever degrade herself to. I don't think she done this on purpose, I just think she was born that way.
Like I was born sarcastic and unlikeable, very unladylike. But, hey, you can't blame me. I am surrounded by idiots.

I sit up trying to unravel the mess of covers around me. Expect, the bottom cover gets tangled up in my legs as I stand and I fall onto the ground. I groan, "Ugh, problems." I mutter standing up making my way to the bathroom, slowly, I do all the lady things which includes getting dressed. It's not that delicate of a situation for me. It's my ninja kitty shirt, my black skinny jeans, black converse, black jacket, and black backpack.

I don't like black...I love black. Not that's it's depressing, because it isn't. I just think its very poetic and thoughtful. On my backpack, there is buttons of where my mother has traveled throughout her life.
I've got on from Canada, New England, Ireland, Mexico, Washington DC, Texas, and a couple from a different of southern states.

Before Mom died she had a goal set in mind that she would travel everywhere around the world before the cancer made its way to her brain. She didn't get done, she died last year on September 12th, so, it's just me and my brother.
Where is my dad? I literally have no idea.

I'm not as sensitive about the whole dead mom thing because Mom made every bit of her life count. She said she did everything she ever wanted in life, and the more I thought about it during the grieving process the more I realized my mother died happy.
She literally died with a smile on her face.

I think George still struggles with it from time to time, but that's understandable.
He's a great caregiver though, to tie my outfit together I put on Mom's favorite cookie necklace. I never let it out of my sight, I bound downstairs seeing an agitated brother.

"Took you forever! We're almost late!" He stresses, I raise an profound eyebrow. "How?" I ask glancing at the clock, "We legit have twenty minutes until school starts." I point out amused, he glares at me scowling.
"Emily says I have to be a early to help with--" I cut him off, "I seriously do not want to hear an excuse that covers up you two making out in the janitor's closet," How do I know they do that?