Anger Management

Chapter 17: Emotions through art and The thing known as muscle

Why is this my life? That's the question I've been pondering ever since I woke up 15 minutes ago. Did I wish to be using my brain right now? No, but my body also decided that it didn't want to relax and go back into the happy place of dreams so here I am. I feel conflicted and we all know who's to blame for that. Ashter. The dude makes this volunteer gig feel like a hard laboring job. When he walked away from me yesterday I stood there for a few minutes contemplating what my next move should be. One part of me was still being stubborn and was nagging me to chase after him. On the other hand there was the other part of me that was exhausted with trying for the day and wanted go home, curl up in my bed and stare at the wall. I did eventually choose the latter, and silently escaped from the house not even offering Margaret a farewell. I had came home to a quiet house and found a note and the money from my parents. I was kind of in a stump about that because I didn't get to say goodbye, but I quickly brushed it off by eating half a carton of ice cream. I know real healthy. I stayed up all night racking my brain for ideas to get me and Ashter back on good terms, I even considered emailing Summer asking for some tips, that's how desperate I was. My mind was planning against me though and I didn't even realize I was  asleep until I woke up. I didn't necessarily have a good sleep either. My dreams were filled with my worldly thoughts, aka my Ashter problem. I lay back in my bed staring at my ceiling a couple of seconds before kicking and throwing my arms around trying to get out my frustration. I pull my covers back realizing  sleep wasn't going to come back to me any time soon. I guess it was good to get in an early morning every now and then. I drag my feet towards my bathroom, while taking my scrunchie out of my hair probably tearing half the hair off my scalp. After a quick shower one that consisted of almost falling and killing myself, I walk out of my bathroom feeling like a rejuvenated woman. I pull out my mom jean shorts from a drawer, a pale pink collared crop top shirt to go with it. I quickly throw on my clothes, putting my hair back in its signature bun. I apply some lip gloss, before smiling at myself.

"Oh my gosh I'm so hot." I say while smirking at myself. I blow myself a kiss, before grabbing some white bobs to throw on heading out of my room. I walk down stairs a smile on my face trying to get the positive vibes going, but my mood is immediately destroyed when I remember that my parents aren't here. No wonder it was so quiet.  I walk into the kitchen making myself a bowl of frosted flakes already missing my mom's awesome breakfasts. My ringtone suddenly goes off breaking my depressing train of thought.

"Hello?" I say answering the call not bothering to see who it is.

"Oh my goodness I'm so glad you answered! I thought you would've still been asleep." I perk up in my seat at my mom's cheery voice, also kind of freaking out because she called me while I started to wish she was here.

"Mom! I was just thinking about you and dad, are you guys in Greece yet?"

    "Yes we actually got here about a half an hour ago. I'm just now getting the chance to call you. The check in to the hotel took forever. The clerk could barely speak English." I let out a small laugh at her comment, and she yells at me telling me its not funny causing me to laugh even more.

    "Well are you guys about to go sleep? I know it's probably night time over there still." I ask her while pushing my spoon around in my cereal.

"We probably won't for awhile, you know jet lag and all, but your dad says we should force ourselves to anyway, just to get used to the time change here. I don't know why he's complaining though, it's not like he cant just go to sleep, you know how your father is." I let out a small chuckle at her remark, already thinking back to the other day when dad had fell asleep on the recliner even though he had just woke up. He walked around as if he was on sleeping pills all the time. I wish I had inherited that talent.