Girl

Four in the Morning

Every morning was the same. Cold, quiet, and cozy in a way. My alarm was set to wake me up at 4, just so I can enjoy the quiet. At 6:30 it will get noisy with my sister yelling about something, my mom will yell back to tell her something, and my father will tell them to be quiet. It was always something about these people. Only for two hours and a half will I get my quiet. When it was like this, I did everything I loved. Listen to music for a bit, check Instagram and see what crazy shit happened last night, post something on Snapchat for my six-ish friends. None of them were awake at this time, but they'd see it later. I would do a bit of studying and give up after five minutes. I would watch a bit of TV or some movie on Netflix. I could play a game on my phone. I could draw something on my arm and have my mom yell at me about it later. Or I could go plan my outfit for today. 

Yeah, I could do all that right now. Maybe I should do it. That was my everything. And I did do that. Only 3 minutes left, and all the silence would go away......and I waited in the dark. The sun wasn't gonna come out till 7.......waiting. 2 minutes now. Tick tock. I sat and sat, checking my phone once more. Maybe I should text Violet to get up. No, she would hate that. Maybe Mariah? Nope. She needed her beauty sleep. She only lived across the street from the school. Or so we joked about. Well, Violet and I joked about it. 

BOING, BOING, BOING! My phone went off, and then I heard my sister open her door. My parents' door opened too. 'Good morning, mom' I heard from Willow. I grabbed my planned outfit and headed to my bathroom. A black long-sleeved shirt, a black bra, very blue jeans, and fresh undies were what I grabbed, and my bathroom was right next door. My bathroom was extremely clean and it wasn't decorated because come on, who has time for that? I started my shower and waited for the water to get warm. I enjoyed how the warm water felt on my cold, naked body. It was relaxing and comforting. 

*15 Minutes Later*
I had finished getting out of the shower and dressed myself
I quickly brushed my hair and huffed at it. It never did what I wanted it to. It was pretty wavy, and "puffy". It drove me insane and I have even thought about shaving it all off. I grabbed my black Jansport backpack and check if I had everything I needed. My phone, charger, paper, pens, and I'm good to go. I left my room and ran down to our family's kitchen. It had a small table for us all to eat dinner. My dad was reading the L.A Times, my mom was on the phone, and my sister, Willow was giggling at her iPhone.

"Morning," I said and threw my backpack on the floor next to me. Everyone said 'morning' and dismissed me as if I wasn't there. I looked at my plate: two pancakes, strawberries on the side, and three mini sausages. My mom must've set this up. I began eating and looked at my family. We never really talked at times like these, and I hated it. The silence. It made me think negatively. About them, my friends, me. I felt my phone buzz and saw a text message. It was my best friend, Violet.

Violet: Need a lift?

I heard honking outside and knew she was outside. I quickly finished my food and tapped Willow's shoulder.

"We have to go. Love you guys!" I yelled and ran out the door. Thank God, Violet was gonna make noise for me to be sane and not think negatively. I sat in the front and Willow sat in the back. She was wearing a short summer dress that was pure white and matched it with brown sandals. Her golden wheat hair was down and wavy, just like mine. But hers was more tamed. We always looked different from each other and she liked it that way. No one would know we were sisters. 

"Hi, Vi," I said as I buckled my seatbelt. 

"Hey, Bella. Hi, Willow!" She said, but Willow didn't reply. That made her roll her eyes. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Violet Henderson! She is my best friend and I love her, but we are seen as similar, but we are not. I'm a geek that likes black because it looks good on me, she is not. She is gothic, loves rock and roll, feels like she has no soul, which is total bullshit. She's loud and tries to act like a total badass, and yeah, she is. But our school doesn't really have labels, but if it did, we would be outcasts, weirdos, geeks that are bullied every damn day. The only reason why we would be popular is because of the leader, who is very high maintenance and competes with the popular kids. She is not in the car, by the way.