When The Stars Align (Editing)

CHAPTER 1: Calypso

I think the only way I'm able: That things could be worse.

It was my parents who made me think like this. Whenever something would go wrong they would always say, "It could be worse." And they were right. Things can be worse.

I suppose that also means it could be better. Of course, it can, but if you only focus on what could be better you would never be satisfied.

In my circumstances, there's almost a guarantee that nothing will go how I would like, but I make it work best I can. Not just because I have too but because there's that voice in the back of my mind telling me that it could have been worse. Something might be bad but I know what it's like to get the worse possible scenario.

In retrospect, it makes me think about the appreciation for what I do have versus what I don't. I understand I'm not living the life I want, but I'm living. It may not be ideal but it's what I have for now, and I've come to terms with that because right now isn't forever. It's just right now. So till my forever comes I'll have to deal with the right now.

I'm only saying this because this is the philosophy of keeping myself sane because every day there is someone who tries to get me the worst possible scenario. Someone who guarantees that nothing will go how I would like.

Every day and unfortunately right now...

"Calypso!" While finally dosing off as of the last hour and a half I was fighting to put my self back to sleep, Rebecca came barreling into my room high-pitched and ready for work.

"Calypso!" I heard the floorboards creak with every stomp. Sometimes I wondered if one day, she'll stomp so hard one might break under her, falling into the apartment under.

"Calypso! Wake up!" I shifted my head to look at her but instead met with a flying notepad.

Well good morning to me. Believe it or not, I've had rudder wake up calls.

I sat up. The notepad falling on my lap, I combed my hair out of my face, "What do you want Rebecca?"

"What? No good morning for your dear aunty?" She pouted. I scowled at her teasing. She had her work clothes on. She was a receptionist for the local chiropractic center. Though the money isn't the only reason she there I suspect. Of course, being a Chiropractor he must be very good with his hands.

I shuddered in disgust and turned my attention back to her.

"We have nothing to eat," She acknowledged.

I paused, waiting to see if she had more to say, "Um... and?"

"And... you have to go to the store and get more food," She rolled her eyes saying as if it was the most the obvious thing in the world. "Honestly, do I have to spell it out for you? I even gave you a notepad to write the things I need down."

"How generous," I mumbled sarcastically, "And you had to wake me up to tell me this why? You could have just—" I held out the notepad, "Written me a note? I thought the weekends were my days?"

"Honey, we both know no day is your day." I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples.

It can be seen as clear as day that Rebecca does whatever she wants. She wants anything that can benefit her. And in the process, she adds "making Calypso suffer" to her checklist. Calypso do the dishes! Calypso do the laundry! Calypso take out the trash! Scrub the floors! Clean the bathroom! Get a job! Make me breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Go grocery shopping! I'm basically Cinderella without the stepsisters, fairy godmother, and handsome prince (not to mention no family money to keep us going or giant house to stay in). In the end, it's all about making my life miserable. Nothing had changed in the last five years.