Chapter 1

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After years of trying to find a diagnostics, it has finally been found. Nadaitis disease. You know that disease where you wanna do nothing, absolutely nada? Well that is exactly how I feel at six fifteen in the morning. I have been suffering from this disease since I can remember. Always being told to do something and I just didn't want to do it. At those times my Nadaitis disease was really acting up but until recently it was unbeknownst to me the actual term used to describe my condition.

Of course though this is the term I decided to create because I hated and to this day still hate the word my mother uses to describe my condition. Laziness. Like seriously I am far from lazy.

Sure sometimes I won't take out the trash the night before trash day because I am already in bed, but in my defense its only because I am already comfortable and I know if I get up, when I return I will never be able to find that comfortable spot again. It's like that one spot and it you move or get up and come back no matter how much you try to remember you just cannot get that comfortable spot back.

My Nadaitis is really acting up right now because I really don't want to pick out an outfit for the first day of school today. After two and a half months the day kids dreaded, but parents partied over has finally been bestowed upon us. August 23. The first day of school and the first day of the last day of my high school year. That is the only great thing about this day in my opinion.

Finally finding strength from somewhere―probably the very depth of my body that is actually excited to begin the hellhole called school― in my sleep filled body, I sit up in bed and try to run a hand through my hair. Keyword is tried because I forgot to wrap my hair last night before going to bed so I'm pretty sure my black wavy hair is a complete mess atop my head.

Just as I place my feet on the floor my door burst open and I flinch softly as it bangs against the wall before starting to shut again on the person standing in my doorway.

"Symmie! Symmie! It's time to get up for school!" Max yells as he comes barreling towards my bed and jumping into my lap.

I fall backwards onto the bed from the force in which Max threw himself at me but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on Symmie you have to get up." Max said as he climbed of my lap and began pulling my arm in attempt to pull me up but he epically failed.

Instead I grabbed his sides and pulled him towards me before tossing him lowly in the air. He giggled as I tossed and I notice my smile hasn't left my face yet. Seconds later my mother appears in my doorway as I am placing Max on the floor. She is holding her seven-month protruding belly as she watches the two us with a smile on her face.

"Did he wake you?" She asked as she pointed to Max.

"No I was just about to get out of bed when he came into my room." I looked over at Max who was swinging his legs as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why are you so excited this morning?" I ask pinching his cheeks lightly, which I know he hates.

"Because I'm a big boy now! I'm going to kindergawden!" He says proudly.

I just shake my head because no matter how many times we try to tell him how to pronounce Kindergarten correctly he says it how he wants.

"Well you better go get ready if you're such a big boy because we have to leave in and hour."

He nods his head before getting off my bed and walking past our mother to his room.

Once he left I turned to my mother who was leaning against my doorframe rubbing her stomach as if trying to soothe it.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 03, 2017 ⏰

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