Chapter 1- Good Morning
The sunshines a warm glow. The light scurry across my room. On to my Thin Faded blanket.
My Eyes Gently Open. but in a split second they close again. I realize i’m not ready to wake up.
I pull my blankets closer to me as if I was giving a hug. I peek out stealthily to see the time on my old digital alarm clock. 6:59… UGH! I only have one minute till it goes of like a bomb. I quickly throw my covers off. I flail myself over to my night stand dropping two of the many notebooks full of my drawings. I slam my hand down to stop it from going off. I sigh in relief. Push My light brown Shoulder length hair back.
“ HARUKA ! ARE YOU READY ? “ My mother screams at the top of her lungs.
“ NO I JUST GOT UP ! “ I sigh again but this time in annoyance. I shuffle across the cold hardwood floor. I grab each handle and open my brown walk in closet. I look through all my baseball -tees and button ups to find my school Uniform. Ugh I hate school uniforms. They are a navy blue with a dead blue and white trim. and topped of with a red ascot. There is no way for me to show my creativity with what I wear. And you may be wondering how am I creative didn’t I just tell you that my closet was filled with baseball-tees and button ups. Well I Feel like there no point in dressing to impress
When Theres no one to impress. I pull my Uniform out from the back. I Undress and a sudden wave of air conditioning blows across my skin giving me goosebumps. I run over to my ten thousand Year old dresser. And Grab My Under Garments. I just stare at myself in the mirror. I’m super skinny and my breasts are so small they hardly fit into my A cup bra. I Most likely have the smallest of my grade,Its really embarrassing. I pull my thick auburn hair into a ponytail with a hair tie from my grandmother. I grab an old notebook from the top of my jet black night stand. I siren screams down the street,Startling me. I Roll my eyes.
“HONEY ARE YOU ALMOST DONE?” My mother calls.
“SORTA.” I reply in light tone.
“WELL HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE !”
At this point I still have the notebook clenched tightly in my hand. It’s full of my drawings. its one of the composition notebooks thats has cow print on the front and back cover. My name “Haruka” in my extremely messy handwriting. A Scribbly “Pacman“ on top of the
C, on the word Composition. and with each letter following the little ghosts from the game.
I open the book to a random page. Theres was a drawing that I didn’t Remember drawing. But I did know the drawing from somewhere. But Where ? It Was a girl at with blank eyes, eyes of sadness ,of Loss. her hair was covering her face as if she wanted to hide something. I knew my mom would yell to me at any minute so I threw my notebook into my worn out book bag. And Quickly ran out of my room. I live in an apartment building Its very Crowded with our stuff but theres still a sense of organization. All doors in our house slide open. There is very little privacy seeing that the doors are somewhat transparent. Your shadow is visible from the other side so they may not be able to see you changing but your shadow can give them the sense which is still extremely awkward. I know everyone in the building but the only two people who I Know well are Nana and John. Nana Lives in the apartment above us. I visit her on Sundays Because her family never visits. She has Alzheimer's So she sometimes calls me lana Which is here daughters name. I go along with it and Draw Fake Memories For her in my note book. I’ve never see here out of her rocking chair. She has the ability to get up but why get up when theres nothing worth get up for. She Taught me how to sing. She has a voice of gold , The First song she taught me was Called “ Song of The Birds”. an Upbeat tune, And till this day it is my favorite day. I Sing it all the time. I sing it in the shower, during school, And Whenever I draw.
I throw the slide open and run into the kitchen. My back pack shuffling Every Step I take. I look around for my mother but she’s nowhere around wasn’t she just yelling to me. I walk over to The Glass coffee Table in the living and find a note that Said.
Dear Harku Sorry I wasn’t here to say goodbye I got called into Work
Early. AGAIN ! I made You Some Pancakes They’re in the microwave !!!
Have a wonderful Day Love you so so so Much
Hugs And kissed - Mom
My mother’s hand writing I swear is the the most difficult to read ever. I Realize I don’t Have time For Pancakes. So I head out the door tired and moppy.
