Another Piece

Chapter 2

I woke up to the  obnoxious chirping of robins, nesting in the tree near my window. 

And, like the grumpy child I am, I grab the first thing I can find (a book) and slam it against the window to make the birds shut up. 

"Jayden!? Honey, are you alright!?" I scowled when I heard my mother's concerned voice. I looked over and saw her gentle features poking into the doorway. 

"Yes, mom." I sighed, before rolling over to face the window once more. 

"Jayden, honey. You need to get up for camp." My mother began to pester me and I began to wish she'd been the one I'd whacked with the book. 

"I don't want to, Mom. You can't make me!" I yelled, grabbing one of my fluffy pillows and pushing it onto my face to block out the suddenly annoying sunlight. Thanks to the pillow, my mothers' next sentence was nearly blocked out.

"Of all the- Take that- young- obnoxious child- GET UP!!!" The last two words startled me and the pillow was thrown off my chest quickly as I jumped. 

"Jeez, Mom! No need to yell!" I scowled at her quickly receding form as she left my room. Sometimes I wished I had different parents. 

I sighed and rolled over again. I had a thing with rolling over, it was amusing. I looked at the birds, who had returned to chirping together. 

Grouchy, I slammed the book against the window one last time before getting up and out of bed, only to fall right back down when I realized how tired I was. 

"Aghhh-ehhh!" I moaned and pushed myself up again. Thoroughly through with the annoying things God kept throwing at me, I kicked my bed, which resulted in my hollering in pain as I hopped on one foot with my hands holding my foot and in turn, holding my newly stubbed toe. 

I heard no concerned parental voice and sighed, shaking my foot. Of course, as we all know, it is impossible to shake your leg and stand on your other leg (stand on one foot) without any support... so, I fell over. I groaned when I hit my forearm on my desk, and looked up at my painted ceiling. 

"You have got to be kidding me!!!" I growled. Danger-prone as I was, I usually was never this clumsy in the morning. Usually I only had a bruise to add to my collection, but today I had two and a stubbed toe. 

"How lucky I truly am." I said. Note the sarcasm. 

 Take three...

I thought, getting up again. I stood up, arms bent slightly as if that would help me if I injured myself again. 

Slowly, I began the long trek to my dresser. In reality it must have only been 3-5 feet, but it felt like a mile with all my exaggerated carefulness. Every footstep must have been taking around 3 minutes to complete, and every breath was slow and careful. I felt like I was in a horror movie, looking for my psycho stalker, sure he was lurking in every corner of the small room. 

I sighed when I realized that if I replaced the horror movie with a 'Getting up' and replaced the psychotic stalker with 'danger and injuries' the statement would've been truer than that of the word of a man that can speak only the truth. 

I smile, thinking of all the movies and books I've read with the man or woman that can speak or say nothing of the truth. 

I was jerked out of my thoughts when I walked straight into my dresser. 

"Oh shi-" I stopped myself just in time and shook my head vigorously to get my head out of the delirium I seemed to be in. 

Yanking open one of the dresser drawers, I nearly took it out of the dresser. I pushed the drawer in slightly so I could peer in and see its contents without having to hold the bottom of the dresser.