The Beauty & The Beast

Chapter One- Holy Poseidon

Chapter One

The smell of recently cooked pancakes flaring my nostrils woke me up this morning. The first thing to come to my mind was, why my phone didn't ring. Lazily, I untangled the blankets from my legs and sat upright in my bed refusing to open my eyes just yet. I took a deep breath to relax myself before mentally preparing for my first day as a Junior. This year I was positive that everything would improve. I will be a better version of myself and I will- WAIT! The panic surged through me a nanosecond after realizing that my phone must have rung; except, I must have not heard it. If I didn't hear it, I probably overslept; which means that I may be late today. The question struck me of how much time has passed since my phone rang? Did I skip my first period already? I may be getting my first detention today. I can't have detentions. They all go to your curriculum, and my curriculum goes into my college application and I certainly-

We be the illest in here...

Illest in here...

We so motherfuckin' I'll...

We so motherfuckin' I'll...

Oh, forget it.

I honestly don't know why I haven't changed my alarm song. If my mom ever listens to it, she will probably lecture me about the consequences of drugs in our nervous system; which is equivalent to a PowerPoint that includes the side effects, arguments against it and yes, a lot of pictures. I just don't want to set my favorite song because well, I tried it once but instead of putting me in a good mood I learnt to hate the song as it would remind me of mornings, yet I hate morning thus instead, I decided to put one song that I don't listen to as much.

Why do I always think so much in the mornings?

After taking a warm shower, I dressed up with a pair of simple jeans and a white sleeveless shirt, my white converses and ready! I brushed my hair slightly and let it down. When I arrived at the kitchen, I was glad my dad had already eaten because I honestly didn't want to see him devouring the delicious pancakes he does. Instead, I ate my plate of fruits like the healthy girl that I am. As healthy as eating a bag of Cheetos later can get. Dad appeared at the door frame holding a banana with his right hand. I dismissed his presence thinking back to how he ditched me yesterday.

"Bella- Boo, you look fine. Stop torturing yourself and eat something nice. You didn't say good morning by the way. That's rude." He gave me an accusing finger.

I gave him a blank stare in return, still holding the fork that had a piece of watermelon attached to it and said nothing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Silence.

"Oh, you are still mad."

"Honey, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Is, you know I hate when you do that."

"As much as I hate it when you do that." I snapped without looking at him.

"Okay fine, you know what? I'll take you to school today; you don't have to take the bus." He said in a failed attempt of reconciliation.

I continued eating my fruits not giving him the littlest glance.

"And I'll have your crepes today for dinner."

Close enough. Key word: Close.

"What else do you want? There is nothing you crave more than Crepes and a ride." He waved his hands in the air to add emphasis. Oh, I could name a lot of things that I crave more than that. Although that could take a while. Instead, I settled for something easier. "I have a lot of homework tonight." I said giving him a hint, but he didn't get it because he stayed silent as if waiting for me to elaborate. "And I can't do it when Luke and Mike are picking on Martha. or worse, when they smell under the waitresses' skirts just to claim that something stinks afterwards- in the kitchen -while I'm working."