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♌Tallulah
Looking for a depressed cat at five o'clock in the morning isn't the way I want to start my Saturday morning. My eyelids are already heavy, begging me to sleep but as much as I want to sleep; I think Mr. Morris wouldn't appreciate some sleep deprived girl napping in his frontyard.
Darn cat!
Always looking for adventure, my Bobby- although it's more like I'm her Tallulah.
"Bobby! C'mere girl, c'mere," I mumble. Crouching down, I squint my eyes in front of the bush but no sign of a living specie. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. I growl in frustation when there is still no sign of the damn cat.
I wouldn't even be looking for her if the key didn't fall in her posession. I was dumb enough to slip it in the little pouch on her collar last night. I must be drunk or something- oh, I didn't think grenadine and a Sprite can make you toxicated . . . Because it won't! It'll probably keep you awake until midnight bacause of the sugar that is happily running through your body. And the perfect example for that is, none other than, me.
My plan's not going to work- as always. It's like, everytime I plan something it always end up working the opposite way. Like in 10th grade; it was my birthday and I made a list of to-do's where it was neatly planned according to what I organized.
And guess what? None in that list was done accordingly. As soon as Jimmy Teller shouted 'party time' at the top of his lungs it was a disaster! My house became a jungle where some hormonal rabbits took a chance to 'mate'. My poor eyes was scarred.
By morning, I called my cousin, Darla, and asked for her help to clean the house. Darla was not happy but she didn't voiced her opinion, she owe me after all and that is another story for later.
Is it just me? Or rules were really meant to be broken? I mean- I haven't broken any rules . . . . Well, except when my dentist told me not to eat candies for a week because of the new braces. Yes, I ate one piece of tofee and I felt like a badass.
And now I don't feel like a badass at all. I am standing outside the neighbours yard with nothing but a tank top and a pajama. Oh, and let's not forget I'm not wearing anything to protect my feet. I'm slipper . . . less. Or tongless- as Australians calls it.
hehe. Tongs.
Barefoot
"What the hell are you doin' out there at-." Stopping to check the time at the hallway. "Five thirty in the morning?" My sister, Avery, lazily says. Her eyes are still droopy and she cover her mouth as she yawn.
"I'm looking for that freaking cat!" I hiss, flailing my arms.
"Why?" She ask, her eyebrows crease in confusion.
"To get in that . . . damn . . . house," I say, trailing off. I frown as I feel how stupid I am. I could've just step inside without saying anything. Now I must've look like an idiot standing outside looking for a cat that must have been just in my imagination all along.
I quickly walk towards the house and before I step inside, I look at Avery and stare at her. "You know a cat named Bobby, right?" I ask.
A bewilder look etch on her face. "Uhh, yeah," she says. "He's your cat."
I sigh and pat her hair before making my way to my bedroom. My thoughts was blank in an instant as soon as I see my bed in sight. All I can imagine was snuggling in my bed with my eyes close and hugging my favorite pillow.
Sleep has easily come to me and as I hit the pillow. I was knocked out cold.
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"Tallulah!" A voice shouts.
"Taaaaaaah-luuuuuuu-laaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It's whailing this time.
"Tallulah!" The voice hiss.
"Would you kindly explain why the voice is irritating the heck out of me?" I groan, fumbling for my pillow to cover my face. Just imagining someone watching me sleep is really creepy and kind of embarassing. Can you imagine my face when in the morning?
Let me tell you. One word.
HORRIBLE.
No, I do not have some sort of a Superiority Complex. I was just telling the truth. I mean- my curly hair always end up in a major heaps of topsy turvy- whatever the heck that means- and my eyes is always puffy and red and it was always in a squint that makes me look like I have a slit eye every morning.
Speaking of hair. It's in my face and I'm having a hard time in breathing.
