The Life And Struggles Of Ferdinand

Fall break

I start the day like normal. I wake up to the arguing of two almost 8 year olds, then I try to go back to sleep. Which never happens by the way. I stare at this ceiling, with the weight of the world laying on my chest. Guess I better get on with the day.

I swing my legs off the side of the bed and my feet hit the cold, wood floor. Im not even sure the wood is real, it has a synthetic feel to it and it sends tingles through my toes. I sit there, groggily contemplating if i want to face the day. I dont. But then again, I dont really have a choice.

My Lego Joker alarm clock says its Sunday, 7:30 am.  Oh gee, I love sleeping in. Thank you world, for allowing me the pleasure of unconscious bliss. NOT.

I drive my feet into the fake ass floor and sleepily hobble to the cage. My little baby ratties live in it, Two females named Audrey and pillow.

"Hey guys." I say, tapping my finger on the bars. I like to kinda knock on the cage before i open it, i wouldn't want someone barging into my house uninvited you know? The tap startles Audrey and she comes skidding out of her tiny igloo that she and pillow snuggle in.

"Hey babygirl." Pillow stays in the igloo; She's the fastest rat alive.
But I dont mean she runs fast, no. When we first bought Pillow, and by "we" I mean my boyfriend (one of the only stable things in my life). My boyfriend decided to hit up to 100 m.p.h in his little Miata with pillow still in the take home box. Lets just say, i clung onto it for dear life.

Audrey smells my fingers and nibbles on my nail, i fill up the food bowl and close up the cage. I gotta provide for my babies.

After that I decide to leave my little "smells like rat shit" sanctuary. I open my bedroom door, walk down an itty hallway into the living room. Where I just so happen to find the source of my awakening.

Zoey and Zayn are 7 going on 8, and they are the cause of my morning suffering.

"Guys stop arguing! Shut up!!"

"You cant tell us to shut up Hay-nah!!"

I roll my eyes, by the way i didnt here my mom yelling at me already, I assumed she wasnt home yet. Zoey stuck her tongue out at me and Zayn continued to argue with her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Will you all please stop arguing? I'll put Moana in the XBOX if you do."

Just the mention of the M word causes their heads to snap in my direction.

"YOU HAVE MOANA??" Zayn yells. Oh my god i shouldn't of said anything.

"Yes, oh my god just shut up and ill put it in." They turn to each other and smile, i bet they just completely forgot about what they were arguing about in the first place. They trample over each other to sit on the couch, and I put Moana  in the XBOX
for them.

Since the twins were happy and distracted, i slipped into my mothers room. Which to my "surprise" was empty. It's kind of really sad that I even hold on to a tiny sliver of hope that she'll be here when i wake up. Anyhow, I cant loll over this all day, I gotta distract myself.

I grab a water bottle and a cooking pot and set them down on the table. I have to hold my breathe when i slip into the bathroom to grab my face wash and a towel. It smells disgusting in there. I get back to the table and pour in half the water bottle. I cup my hands in the water and splash my face, then i take one pump of my face wash and massage it into my skin.

I take the rest of the water in the bottle and pour it over my face in the pot, i had to get the soap off right? I grabbed my towel and dried off. I picked up the pot and took it into the bathroom. In hopes of getting the toilet to flush, i poured my soapy face wash water into the tank of the toilet.

Zoey appears in the door of the bathroom.

"What are you doing Hay-nah?"

"Im just trying to use our water efficiently hon."

"Oh.." I honestly feel bad for the phone., they have a mother whos barely there, and a father whos never been in the picture in the first place.

Zoey leaves to go watch moana.
And I get a text on my phone.

"Hey Hannah, i stayed the night at a friends house last night i was to tired to drive home"

Im really not buying it.

"Its fine mom, where are you now?"

"Still at my friends house be there shortly"

"Ok"

Its easier to just agree and pretend things are alright other than just piss her off and regret it

"Be ready to walk out the door"

"Where are we going?"

"Im dropping you off at Roberts and me and the twins are going grocery shopping"

She's going to the grocery?? Its been forever since we've had decent food in the house.

"Alrighty, see ya then."

I get the twins dressed and struggle with their shoes. They love to complain about how "THESE SOCKS CUT MY FEET".
I dont even understand how two kids could make a bigger deal out of wearing socks.

I dont really attempt to get dressed, i put on a bra and slid on some socks and my baby blue Nike's my nanny bought me. I sleep in shorts and graphic Tee's so it makes life a lil easier.
I dont do my makeup because im not trying to impress anybody. Plus im lazy as hell.

Mom pulls up in her little beige car and waves for us all to get in. Zoey and Zayn pile in the back and I hop in the front. She has her phone plugged into the aux cord and its playing " straight up and down" by bruno mars. Im getting really tired of his voice if im being completely honest.

We drive a little less than 20 mins to get to town and she drops me off at Roberts. I walk up to the door and knock.