A Hundred and Twenty-two Days

Chapter 1

      I awakened to the sound of my alarm clock, as usual I didn't want to open my eyes but I had to do something about the irritating noise coming from it. I found a way to roll out of bed and landed on my back, which may I say hurts a lot latley. This is something I started doing when I had to wake my self up-let me just say I am not a morning person- but sometimes I forget my body has been beat up and worn down and falling of the bed starts to hurt.

     I grabbed my sweater, because these days every where is cold to me and that's saying something living in Arizona. I went downstairs and there was mom making this new indian breakfast. Mom wants to be indian, she went to India when she was 13 for her birthday and since then she won't quit, grandma even jokes about her changing her parents. I sat down next to Abby who was talking to mom about how her teacher Miss Karns always ask her the question first when she doesn't even raises her hand and that's why she does not want to go to school today.

     They didn't even notice me until Abby asked how I was doing.

     "hi honey, how are you?"

     "tired." I responded to her.

     "That's what happens when you stay up all night watching The diaries of vampires."

     "or maybe it's a side effect of the new meds and it's called The Vampire Diaries."

     "yeah, how are you handling it?"

     "mom its not the question of how am handling it, if it was up to me I wouldn't have anything to do with it."

     "Okay smarty pants, how is your body handling it?"

     "Well my mouth is really dry and am cold all the time, other than that am ABUNDANT!"

     "I am glad you feel that way sweetie." dad said as he walked in to the kitchen.

     "Morning daddy." Abby said and jumped in his arms.

     He walked up to mom "What are you making this morning?" he asked tiredly.

     "Typical breakfast in India." she answered with such confidence. 

    "Well I hope you realize we are in America, just saying, and in America we eat bacon and pancakes for breakfast. You think you can try that sometimes?"

     This is how it is every morning, mom askes me how am doing while she's making some weird food, then we have about a five minutes conversation about it, and dad walks in wishing for American food. I am not kidding this is how it is EVERY morning, its like we are reading a script. Seriously I think we are in Pleasantville but it's not even close to it, my life is nothing pleasant. Wait, I was wrong I don't have a life, at least not yet.

     I instantaneously stuff my face in the box of Honey Bunches of Oats that dad had taken out.

     "Em get your face out of the box and get some milk."

     "Em!!"

     "Ok mom."

     I glanced at the time on the microwave- that is the source of how dad and I make food-it was 7:40.

     "I am so late!" I screamed out, dashing the cereal on the counter.

     "Are you not going to try it, it's really delicious ." mom said.

     I looked at dad and he shoke his head.

     "I think I'll past." I said running up the stairs.

     I went to the bathroom brushed the crumbs of cereal out of my teeth, pinched my cheeks to put some color into it. I stared at the person looking back at me and mimicking the things I was doing, I couldn't recognize who I was looking at. Sometimes I wonder if mirrors tell the truth, if that's how I really look. I wonder if there's more to this girl looking back at me than her pale lifeless face that hides millions of secrets & feelings and the freckles that splatters across her nose and cheeks. I looked at her and tried to fix the thinning and limb strands of hair that fell falt around her cheekbones. There was nothing I could to about the hair, it has a mind of its own, some days its bouncing and full of life and others it's damp and well just awful and today was other days. I threw on a pair of jeans and my only and favorite black Vans that I got for Christmas and ran down the stairs and out the door with my sweater getting caught on the door knob causing me to trip.

     "honey be care-" mom said with Abby interrupting her "but do I have to go, I DON'T LIKE her, she's mean to me and" by then I was out the door and dad was in the car singing to The Jackson Brothers AGAIN at the top of his lungs. I opened the car door and there was ABC flowing out of the car with dad's horrible voice mixed in with The Jackson Brothers.

     "like i-i-i........ before e except after c and two plus two makes four!!"

     I sat down next to him and the next eight minutes was all about fetus Michael.