Not Exactly Cliché

Chapter 3

     BEEP

     BEEP

     Smack!

     "Uhh no.." I groan, rolling over for a little more sle-

    "THIS BETTER NOT BECOME A DAILY THING! GET UP ALANA!" God that woman can yell.

     I just want to sleep!!

     I tumble out of bed; staggering over to my closet. What to wear... I grab a random pair of shorts that reach mid-upper thigh and a baggy, yet fitted, black T-shirt. I throw my curly mane into a messy bun; brush my teeth, wash my face, and decide to wear my glasses today.

     My stomach grumbles in appreciation at the sight of waffles and my ma's homemade strawberry sauce. Mmm my favorite. I continue to skip to the cabinet and grab a plate and pile it high with food and stuff my face.

     My mom watches in disgust and says,"Your never going to find a man who will tolerate your eating.. Is Kyle awake?" Why the hell didn't she wake him up?

     "I didn't wake him up... Why do you only yell at me to get up?" I ask already knowing the answer.

     "I like him more than you. He says he loves me all the time where I have to wrestle it out of you," she shrugs.

     "I say it all the time," I choke through my food.

     "Just wake him up."

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     "Alright class! Today we will..." I drone out my English teacher as I notice that he isn't here.

     Why is he not here? Did something happen?

     Why the hell do I care!?

     "Get writing!"

     I snap out of it and look at the board. Oh wow, how typical.

     'Where do you see yourself in 5 years?'

      Does it look like I can see into the future?

     I start writing some bullshit about how I see myself just graduating college and moving away. Just as I start to really get into the details, like where I would want to live and what choices I would make as an adult, the bell rings and I head off to art. I have this class with Gabe so at least I have that to look forward to. I've always liked art, but I'm not too good at it myself. I always imagine these gorgeous things with such elaborate designs; somehow turning it into some little kid version of what I thought of when I draw it out. Its like I imagine a 'Mona Lisa' and end up getting a stick figure without a smile.

     As I walk in I notice there's a lot of girls already in their seats, prepared to learn. Gabe sees me as I walk in and points to the chair next to him. But as I walk over some chick walks up and takes the spot. I raise my eyebrow at him and he shrugs. Sitting across from them, ignoring the chicks glare, I start up a conversation with Gabe.

     "So what is that party on Saturday for?"

     What's-her-name scoffs,"Its only one of the hottest parties around. Ugh, who are you?"

     "Alexis stop," he warns in a low voice. "You don't need to be rude, she's new here and her name's Alana."

     I gave Gabe a grateful smile and held out my hand to her, trying to be nice. "Yeah, I'm Alana its nice to meet you Alexis." She paused and daintily shook my hand, like I would have some kind of desease or something.