Damage Control

Death Glares, Blow Horns, and Pancakes

My morning began just like every typical teenagers did, with the sound of beautiful birds chirping outside my window as I happily awoke, ready to start my day.

In a perfect world, maybe that was true, but in mine, it certainly was not.

Let me tell you how my morning actually began. 

I was in a deep, peaceful slumber, when the sound of my obnoxious alarm clock blared through my ears, disrupting all that was good in life.

I temporarily went deaf as the alarm clock continued to ring while I rolled around in my bed groaning about how I would rather eat a dead rat than go to school.

Okay, maybe not a dead rat but you understand what I'm trying to say.

I hate school. 

Point blank period. 

I quickly pushed the snooze button to soothe the headache that was coming on and lied back down on my pillow for a couple more minutes of peace and quiet. 

"Mallory!" The screeching voice of my brother said as he marched into my room holding a mini blow horn. 

Not to be dramatic but I'm pretty sure I had a heart attack right then and nearly died right then and there.

Opening one of my eyelids, my eyes landed on my brother who was clad in a pair of spider man pajamas. His curly blonde hair was a mess on top of his head as he blew the horn and marched around my bed as his attempt of waking me up. 

Groaning loudly, I shoved my face into my pillow while repeatedly whispering 'why' to myself. 

"Mom says you better wake up right now." He said, after blowing his horn for a solid three minutes. Slightly lifting my head up, I gave my seven year old brother a death glare to which he responded with blowing his horn one last time right beside my ear before  dashing off, cackling loudly to himself. 

"Why did I ever pray to have siblings?" I loudly questioned myself while staring up at my ceiling as if God would respond to me. 

My thoughts were soon disrupted by the sound of my other siblings loud voice as I held my throbbing head in my hands. 

"Mom! Will you tell Brandon to stop blowing his stupid horn!" My fifteen year old sister screamed as she stood outside my door. She dramatically rolled her eyes at me before turning around and stomping into her room which was across from mine. 

Today, she was dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans with her newly dyed black hair in a high pony tail. To match her dark outfit, she wore skull earrings along with raven black eyeliner on top of her eyelids.

Yeah, black was kind of her thing right now. 

My sister Avery was currently going through her emo/goth stage. I wasn't sure which exactly she was into more because she would alternate between the two every other week. To go with her whole new 'look', she harbored a particularly moody attitude that left her snappy and irritated most of the time.

"Mallory Renee Evans you better be up this instant or so god help me you are in so much trouble!" The lovely, cheerful voice of my mother said as she made her way up the stairs. Startled by her threat, I quickly shot off my bed and sprinted like I was Usain Bolt into the bathroom. I could her my mother sigh loudly from outside the bathroom door before the sound of her footsteps faded as she left my room, most likely to get ready for work.