nefelibata (n.) | ✔️

three.

Present. September 3rd, 2018.

As soon as I wake up, I immediately want to fall right back asleep. My alarm is so annoying that my first thought is "Are you fucking kidding me?" even though I set the damn alarm.

I sit in bed, shaking my head for a solid 5 minutes before pulling myself together and setting my feet on the ground. I walk over to my mirror and run my hands through my tangled curls. For once they don't look like a mess so, I decided to leave it natural and move on to my closet.

I pull out a black long-sleeved bodysuit. I pull it over my head see that it showed a bit of cleavage and had a tight fit. I, then, pull my black ripped jeans up my legs and get my foot stuck in the rips a couple times before successfully getting them on. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth as quickly as possible considering I'm running late and if I want coffee I'll have to be in the car in no later than 5 minutes.

I practically leap back to my room to apply my makeup. I already know that it's going to look exceptionally shitty. Thankfully, I don't wear foundation so I skip right to my eyes. I apply my black eyeshadow to create the smokey look I adore. I keep the mascara light today and surprise myself by adding my red lipstick to accentuate the makeup even further.

I scoff before whispering to myself, "And my mother says I don't wear any color." I check my phone to see that I have one minute to get my ass in the car. I quickly grab a pair of socks and shove them on my feet, while simultaneously picking up my backpack.

I race down the stairs, phone in one hand and my books in the other. "God, Lena! Can't you at least wear a colorful coat?!" She says in a groggy voice as I shrug on my black leather coat. I grab my keys from the counter and storm out the door, ignoring my mother completely. I'm sure that will cause a fucking lecture.

I hop in my car and start it up driving out of my complex and making my way to Lenny's coffee shop. It only takes me about 5 minutes to make my way there, but it's a pain in the ass getting out of the car and walking in to order. I've been pestering Lenny to make a drive-thru, but he claims that not having one makes it "old-fashioned."

Lenny's daughter, Roselyn, is currently working at the cash register, exhaustion and annoyance evident on her face. "Hey Roselyn," I say meekly, yawning mid-sentence. "Can you get me my usual, please?"

She smiles brightly at me before nodding her head. "Hey, Lena! I've missed you so much, how're you?" I don't know why but I absolutely hate when people ask me how I am. It seems forced and artificial. Almost like it's the most typical sentence that could be asked.

"I'm doing well, how are you?" I ask, cringing at the loud noises the register makes. It's too early for beeping noises and small talk.

She just shrugs and shakes her head. "I'm alright. My father has been bugging me about working more often since I don't have a stable job right now." She explains and asks me to wait while she sends my order to the back. I wonder, for a moment, if waterfront boy is here but remember how he said that he now attends Freeport High and is probably on his way.

"That old man is persistent." I laugh and hand her my money, tapping my foot.

"You're telling me, girlfriend." She laughs along with me, and we only stop when my order is handed to her, and I explain how I'm running late. We say our goodbyes, and we head on our ways.

I pray to God that my car doesn't stall as it tends to when I need to get places but turn it on with no hassle. Thank you, God. Thank you. I think to myself, and pull the gear into drive, to make my way to the worst building ever created.

I listen to 'Midnight City' by M83, as it plays through my car speakers, filling my ears with pleasure that only music can. I drive past the waterfront to get to school, which is the only part of my morning that is tolerable.