I woke up and lay in bed, not knowing what to do. I wanted my notebooks, which were on my desk. I leaned out of my bed to go get them. As I got up, the room got colder. I lay back down. My mom opened the door. "Rise and shine, Raina!" She turned on my lights, opened my blinds, and turned on my fan. I covered myself up in attempt to go back to sleep, but my mom went over and stripped the blanket from my bed. I got out of bed. "Ugh... Why'd you have to wake me up? School starts tomorrow..". "I thought I may as well get you used to the time you'd have to wake up!" I looked over at the clock. 6:30. I got out of bed and changed from my nightie into some daytime clothes. I went down the stairs to the kitchen, my mom following. There was pancakes and milk and bacon for me. I went to grab the milk and spilled it all over the table. Great. Another thing for me to have a nightmare about..
My mom rushed over and wiped up the mess with a napkin and told me it would be OK. "Just, try not to do that while you're at school, okay Raina?" I sighed and nodded. After I ate my breakfast I went to lay on the couch and I fell asleep again. I guess that's what I get for staying up late last night. By the time I had woken back up my grandma was already at my house to babysit me, as my mother had already left for the office. My grandma is deaf so I have to use sign language to talk to her. She was in the kitchen making lunch as I went up to her and waved. She waved back and kissed me. I went to watch tv. Dr. Phil was on the current channel. This girl was on the show last time, she thought she was pregnant with baby Jesus. Now she's saying Eminem is her father. Great. I turn on the subtitles so grandma can watch too. I go back upstairs to grab a blanket and I end up stopping in my tracks at my memory box. I tell myself not to look in there, but I had to. Inside was pictures of me and some friends, including 2 of my sisters that had died in a school fire. I slowly close the box and sit down on my bed. I sit there as the tears begin to pour down my face. I look at the burns on my arms. I start to cry more. My grandma comes upstairs to find me, then finding me crying on my bed. She rushed over and asked me what was wrong. I pointed at the memory box. She hugged me and crossed her fingers, which is her way of telling me that everything was going to be okay. She asked me if I was going to sleep all day today by showing sleep and then waving her hand through the air slowly. I nodded and went to lay down. I'd be up before I was supposed to be awake tonight before I would wake up for school. My grandma waved and turned out my lights. I pulled the blinds shut and lay down in my bed, slowly drifting off to my sleep, terrified of the nightmare to come.
