Introvert

one

The dim lighting of the fairy lights that draped across her bedroom ceiling was cozy as she woke up from what seemed like a ten minute nap. She didn't remember falling asleep the previous night, but as she shifted her gaze she noticed her laptop lied dead on her bed. Her arm reached out from under the soft fabric of her weighted blanket to grab her phone on her nightstand.

6:37, the bright white numbers read across her Home Screen.

With the realization that it was Thursday and she overslept, her body jerked up out of bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she continued to mutter as she rushed to the bathroom. Instantly, the girl plugged in her straightener and turned it on. Taking a quick second to glance back at her phone. The time read, 6:40. She had 20 minutes to get ready.

Taking a deep breath, she headed back to her room to change into whatever she could find. As the sixteen-year-old striped her pajamas from her body, she picked up the first sports bra she could find as well as the first hoodie that was piled up on her bedroom floor. She opened her dresser drawer to grab some pair of pants. Tugging on her black ripped skinny jeans, she glanced down at her outfit. The Grateful Dead hoodie and jeans would have to do. Grabbing socks from her sock drawer, she made her way back to the bathroom to work on her hair.

Entering the bathroom, the girl squeezed around her brother, Brandon, who now stood in the middle, right where she needed to be. Nudging him in the ribs with her elbow, he moved out of her way while still fixing his hair. "Morning to you too Dylan."

Her brown eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror just as she raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement. Managing to untangle the knots from her bed head with her hair brush, Dylan then started to straighten out the dents she had created whilst she slept. Even though her dark hair was naturally pin straight, she somehow always managed to mess it up while she slept.

As she finished straightening her hair, she watched her brother leave the bathroom through the mirror. Even though she couldn't see him clearly right then, she couldn't understand why people thought they looked so similar. Maybe it was the fact that they had the same hair and eye color, or it was that fact that they both wore glasses that were similar enough.

Running her hand through her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom to grab her shoes and bag. The girl slipped her checkered vans on and swung her backpack over her shoulder.

From downstairs, her older brother was growing impatient. Glancing down at his watch, the time suggested that they needed to leave now in order for them to get to school on time. "Dylan!" He shouted up the stairs. Hearing nothing, he shouted again. "Dylan Paiselee Arreaga, we need to go!"

The girl was frantically pulling her blankets off her bed. She somehow had lost her glasses. At that specific moment, she wished that her eyes would just function like normal eyes. "Give me a second!"

Brandon rolled his eyes before walking over to the front door.

Finally after moving her pillow, Dylan found her black framed glasses. Her heavy footsteps thudded on the stairs as she ran to catch up to her brother who was already half way to his car.

The ride to school was mostly silent between the two siblings besides Brandon's humming to the song that played on his radio. Although the two drove together to school, they didn't really talk that much; at home or at school. It wasn't necessarily Brandon either. He could talk anyone's ear off and loved to be the center of attention at any family gathering. The boy had always been that way.

Dylan was just quiet. She liked her alone time and to be left unbothered. To her, talking seemed to be too much effort and sometimes she felt like she just didn't have the right thing to say. So, the girl stayed in her own mind with her thoughts.