Another Day in Paradise

Chapter 3

~Edited 6/17/12~ Hey guys! Thank you to Sheaburnett, NickieIsBest, and Caitlin Foster for fanning me! Would've updated sooner, but my computer had a bunch of viruses and had to wipe the hard drive.

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Chapter 3

Dakoda

            My phone cried loudly, causing me to sit straight up in bed as the ringtone shrieked from my bedside table. I glared at my clock accusingly, seeing the time. 7:03 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Who on earth was calling me? I shuffled around for my cell phone sluggishly, which of course I had saved and bought for myself. No one else got me anything anymore.

            "Hello?" I groaned into the phone tiredly while rubbing my bleary eyes. Sunlight poured through my curtains, right into my eyes, causing me to squint.

            "Good morning!" Piper's voice exploded from the phone, very much like a banshee. I flinched away from it instinctively, wincing at the screeching note.

            "Why did you call me so early?" I whined, sinking back onto my pillow, while closing my tired eyes. I had been up late doing homework. It’s not like there was anything else for me to do, and I never knew when the next chance to complete my work during the weekend would be, due to my dad’s rapid mood swings. Seriously, he was worse than Oscar the Grouch PMSing.

            "It's Saturday!" She sang into her end phone line. I sank deeper into my bed, suppressing my annoyance.

            "And?" I asked, feeling sleep tug me back into its embrace. Saturdays meant sleep if I could get it.

            "And you better get your butt out of bed because it's my birthday and we're going to breakfast!" Piper screamed at her end of the receiver. I jumped out of bed, practically falling onto the floor from surprise at both the realization, and loud noise.

            "I'm so sorry! I forgot!" I apologized to the phone. I could almost imagine Piper rolling her blue eyes while she sat and straightened her dirty blonde hair – which I was certain she was doing.

            "Just be ready in twenty." She sighed. "We are walking to Charlie's Diner for breakfast. Wear something nice." She ordered. I rolled my eyes.

            "Yes ma'am." I yawned, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The call ended with a click, and I slipped out of bed, stumbling over to my closet. I changed out of my pajamas, yanking on black shorts with a plain black tank-top. Then I slipped on my DC's with my knee-high neon yellow socks. The feather earrings Piper had bought me for my birthdays were in my ears, bright green as always. It probably looked weird with the socks and all, but I was past the point of caring what people thought about me anymore.

I started not caring around the middle of eight grade year.

            Slipping my phone and my money into the side of my shoes due to my preferred hiding of objects (didn’t want my dad to see) I opened the bedroom door quietly. It whined in protest, its rusted hinges creaking. They seriously needed to be oiled. Add that to my mental chore list. I gently set a foot on the creaky floorboards, tip-toeing my way downstairs. I grabbed my keys off the counter and slipped out the door, closing it softly. I walked carefully to my front yard, cutting across it towards Piper's house while ducking underneath the windows, before sitting on her porch to wait. While sitting, my gaze couldn't help but wander in the direction where Marc and his buddies always practiced skateboarding.