Blessings

The Beginning

The day I was born, my mother died. But don't read into that too much. She didn't die to give me life; she died because she didn't want to live anymore. Now if you wanna kill yourself go right ahead, but it's completely unfair to try and take me down with you when I hadn't even had a taste of life. Of course, now, I realize there's nothing special about this thing called life. It's all shit.

Ironically, she wanted to name me Blessing. I think it's stupid, but you know people and their sentiments. It was something she confided in her best friend at the time, so here I am. Blessing Miranda Davis. Miranda was my mother's name, not like it matters. Next year, I'll be changing it and removing every trace of my mother from my life.

Speaking of life?

"Blessing?"

I sat up groggily on my bed and groaned.

"Blessing. Come on! It's 7:55!"

7:55?! I jumped outta bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready.

"Are you mad?" The same voice called out again with fear in it.

"Why would you take my phone? I had my alarm set," I yelled.

"Well, I got up early, so I thought I'd make you a nice breakfast," the voice whined. "But I ended up losing track of time."

"This is why you don't come in my room, dammit," I screamed back.

"Blessing! I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes as I continued brushing my teeth with haste. That whiney voice belongs to my mother's best friend and my godmother, Kimmy. Don't get me wrong: she's a wonderful person and I love her to death. But she's also a 32-year-old woman with the attitude of a 16-year-old. Nothing but booze and butts on her mind. I'm sure she meant well with this stunt of hers, but now I'm going to be late for my first day!

I run back to my room before grabbing my curling sponge and doing a quick sweep of my shortcut. I carefully straightened out my septum piercing before grabbing my bag and dashing down the stairs to the kitchen.

As I reached my destination, I froze at the horror before me. Set gracefully in front of me were a beautifully done omelet, crisp bacon, and cranberry juice. All of it is placed charmingly on our kitchen table.

"What fresh hell," I pondered when Kimmy appeared out of the side of my eye with a bouquet of flowers. Her smile was bright and she looked like she had been crying.

"Surprise," she smiled.

"What's all this?" I asked.

"I got you good, didn't I?"

She walked up to me before holding out my phone and pointing to the time. 7 am.

"I had to make sure you had time to enjoy your celebratory breakfast."

"You asshole," I smirked as I snatched my phone back. "You didn't have to do this."

"It's your first day of high school. Real high school. Not just you and a tutor for six hours."

"Meh, let's say four hours. You used two of them to bang said tutor."

"Ah, she was fun," Kimmy said daydreaming. "But I wanted today to be special. Soon you'll be in college and I'll have the whole house to myself to cause nothing but trouble."

"Glad your priorities are in order."

She laughed before she pulled me into a hug.

Even though Kimmy's life revolves around having sex with anyone with a pulse and drinking herself dumb, she always makes time for me, and that's what makes her an amazing godmom. I did have to grow up a lil faster because she was such a party girl, but it was worth it. Kimmy loved me better than my mother ever did.