No More Roses

1: Too Many Roses

 Chapter 1

A sweet song plays in my right ear. It is a song I have come to hate. It is the one that wakes me up. I have listened to the same melodic song for three years.

I throw my pillow at the origin of the sound, knocking my phone off my night stand. My phone hits the ground with a thud. That's when I know it's my least favorite part of any day, waking up.

I groan and pull my soft blue blanket over my head, as I hear my sister turning on the shower. I sigh and throw off the blanket, slowly inching out of bed.

I crawl to the small bathroom in the left corner of my bedroom. It doesn't have a shower or a bathtub or anything fancy like that, but it has a sink and a toilet. Which is good enough.

I wash my face, brush my hair and teeth, as I eagerly await my turn in the shower.

I finally hear the water stop running and the curtain slide open. I angrily ask my sister if there even was any hot water left.

"Well, sort of," she quickly runs to her room and locks the door.

" Liz I'm going to literally kill you if I get in that shower and it's ice frickin cold!"

"I'm telling mom you said frickin!" she cries.

"You said it too!" I ferociously snapback.

"Fine, truce?" she asks, sounding rather annoyed.

"Truce," I agree.

"So anyway...." She hums.

"Hmm?"

"Mom!" she screams at the top of her lungs.

"She's not here idiot," I lie.

"What?"

"You heard me."

She opens the door a crack and punches me in the arm.

"Ow..." I mutter to myself. She closes the door again so I finally get into the shower. I was right, it is cold. But I suffer through it. I have somewhere to be, and will be late if I wait for the water to be warm again.

I shampoo and condition my mid back length, wavy blond hair. I shave my legs as I watch the remainder of the bubbles from the shampoo go down the drain. I turn off the shower and pushed the shower curtain out of my way. I look at myself in the now foggy bathroom mirror.

My freckles standing out against my pale skin. My green eyes looked tired, you could tell I was up late, I need to go to sleep earlier. I flip head over and wrap my hair in a towel. I cover body in my second towel before opening the door. A little water drips as I patter down the hallway and turn into my room.

I have a relatively good fashion sense, so I grab an off the shoulder crop top and pair it with high-waisted ripped jeans, it's getting cold so I have to say goodbye to my beloved short shorts. I'm pretty good at makeup, but I don't like wearing it all the time. Today is different I put on black mascara and my favorite lip stick in the shade "Burnt Ash Red". I start to do my hair, it takes a long time, but after a while I have a cute curly ponytail. I grab a light jacket and a beanie.

Before I leave I grab my overnight bag just in case. I pick up my phone and throw it in a purse along with my wallet, sunglasses, and chapstick. The essentials. I grabbed my converses and a pair of socks and head down stairs. I'm, of course, the last one down. My two younger siblings are already eating and are almost done.

My little brother always teases me. "Last again sis, are you going for a record now?" He says in a mocking tone.

I ignore him, as I always do. I sneak through the dining room and into the kitchen and snatch up the last banana muffin. I'm 4 feet from the back door when I hear footsteps behind me and then my mom's voice.