The legend always said your left eye color was the one of your soul mate. I've always thought it was a little cliché idea, until my sister proved it wrong. She is one of those girls, proving people wrong every minute of the day. It was her job after all.
"Joey you need to come out of your hole." My sister yelled up the stairs at me. Groaning, I pushed my platinum blonde hair out of my eyes. I hate the mornings, they are a gift from the Devil.
"Rebecca, I don't wanna!" I snapped back, rolling over and smashing my face back into the pillow. I heard footsteps ascend the stairs, followed by a bang on my door that caused me to jump half way to heaven. I didn't need a damn stairway like Led Zeppelin, I have Rebecca Collins.
"Joey Shane this is your last warning! I swear to the Holy Spirit and Ghost, get up! It is nine in the morning!" Rebecca forced herself into my room, pushing a skateboard and many books out of the door's path. She was in shorts and a crop top, and I saw my chance to get back at her. I shielded my eyes quickly.
"Ew! Sister stomach! I'm gonna puke!" I teased, making her zip up her jacket. I envied her. She had mom's beautiful blue eyes, while I got her hair and body structure. I had gotten my albinism from dad's genetics. She rolled her eyes and ripped the covers of my face.
"It's not good for a sixteen years old boy to be sleeping this much! It causes depression!" She crosses her arms, easily covering her flat chest. Heh, she got mum's bust too. As I finished my though, her voice pulled me back to reality. I doze off and easily get distracted when she is talking, "Anyways, I'm going out with Jackson, so behave yourself. There is some food in the fridge for you." She finished, leaving my room, the door wide open. I growled and rolled my eyes, getting out of bed grumpily.
I'm like a moody teenager in the mornings, anyone who talks to me can either have two fates:
A) They will not end up with fate B And we would have a conversation
Or
B) They will end up in the burning pits of Hell at 9:30 in the morning
Padding down to the kitchen a hour later, still shirtless and half asleep, I raided the cabinets like a human albino racoon ("complete with the dark circles around his eyes and all" I usually like to say). I reached to my go to food, cereal. Pulling out the Corner Flakes, I noticed that the box was a little too light, but I ended up shrugging it off. I pulled out the bowl and milk, proceeding to pour the milk first. I soon after grabbed the cereal and poured it. Instead of getting a wave a golden, delicious pour of Corn Flakes, a note fluttered down into my depressing bowl of milk. Rebecca you terrible person. I fished the note out and read it.
"Little J," I paused, smiling at the use of my 'street name' and continued reading. "I know this note may or may not be floating in your bowl of milk (You strange dumb man) but I stole your cereal. Please don't hate me, but you can't eat this all the time, there are two steaks in the fridge for you. ~Rek Bec" I crumpled the soggy note up and pouted, looking into my sad blue tinted milk, due to "Rek Bec's" ink. I was pissed when I had to dump the dairy glory down the drain.
Hours later, Rebecca came home with Jackson, a twenty-three year old painter, and started up a conversation that I wasn't too thrilled about. It went down like this-
Jackson: Ah, Joey your eye is so pretty!
Me: *in the middle of eating popcorn* Mhm, thanks for calling a red eye pretty man
Jackson: No, your other eye!
Me: Oh..
