You Push Me, I Push Back

VIII

The next morning I was beyond tired, I did get some sleep, but kept waking up in the night because of nightmares. Don't worry though, I've always had them, they aren't a new thing. I've learned to control them and they haven't been as frequently as they were a year ago, but I guess my mind was at my weakest last night. I was crying over the wrong things, I'm glad I had the waffless and ice cream before coming home because I didn't get anymore food after that. I think everyone in this house is trying to ignore me.

Anyway, when I try to sit up, my hand touches a wet substance, it's from my pillow so it must be from the remainders of my tears. I flip my pillow over, I didn't want to see the wet patch that basically states I'm crying over nothing. Even though I think that, I'm probably going to ignore my family anyway. I set an alarm up for half an hour earlier then everyone else. So I can get ready and be out the house before anyone wakes up and then I'll just ride my bike around for a while.

I get out from under my warm covers and stand up next to my bed, I stretch my arms before checking if my phone has any new messages. 1 new notification. Surprised, I put my password in on my lock screen and check it out. It's from Alex. Why the hell did he text me? The message reads. Are you okay? I decide not to reply, why should I? He doesn't care, he's just faking it so I'll except him into the family. Sadly, I'm not that easy to bribe.

I turn my phone off and make my way to the kitchen, I try to be quiet so I don't wake anyone up. I turn the corner into the kitchen, about applause at my stealthiness when I notice my mum in her night gown sitting at the kitchen island. It's a bit creepy because there are no lights on and she is taking small sips from a mug, containing something I don't know.

I make my way to cupboard, pretending that I didn't know she was there, and get the cereal out, which is cornflakes because they are one of my favourites. Coco Pops being first, because, why not? And they are delicious and chocolatey. Also if you search up Coco Pops on Google, it comes up with Cocoa Krispies, like, what? I get they are made by the same company but that's just not right.

Anyway, I'm rambling again. As my mum takes quiet sipd from her drink, I loudly pour cereal into my bowl, not on purpose, then get milk from the fridge and pour that in as well. I put everything away before grabbing a spoon and putting it in the bowl. I decided I'm not going to eat in the kitchen today. There is a scary women sitting in the dark, I'd rather be in the light.

"Your Uncle Ben told me you were at the diner yesterday with a boy. Who is he?" My mum ask just as I'm about to leave. Of course she would rather ask about a boy then the reason why I've been crying all night. I bet she's assuming I'm dating this boy. Secretly meeting up like we're star-crossed lovers, yeah, no, I'll leave that up to Romeo and Juliet.

"No one, just a boy from my school and none of your business." I tell her, I didn't want her to assume that I'm dating anyone at this point. I had only broke up with Alex a couple of months ago. Plus, I don't even like Jack, I dispise him. We hate each other, all he did was buy me one of favourite meals, that doesn't mean we are all of a sudden friends. We are more acquaintances then anything.

"Ben said you were talking for a while, he even brought you waffles and ice cream. Don't you think that's a bit weird?" Mum replies, of course she woukd find it weird, she is sitting in the dark, drinking from a mug that would probably contain alcohol if she wasn't pregnant. But then again, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation, scratch that, we would and that would be because of Alex.

"Look, he owed me for helping him with something. If you're wondering if he's my boyfriend, then he's not. We don't liks each other and the only reason we were talking was so we could plan a project we are doing. And the reason we went there was so he could repay me and so I didn't have to be around my suspose family!" I tell her, my voice seemed to get louder and soon I was shouting. I didn't even no what came over me, I was just do angry and fuled up by hurt and annoyance that I let most of it out.

I didn't feel an appetite eat anymore, so I walked over to my mum and put it in front of her, she can have it, I haven't touched it. I then walk away not even sparing a second glance. I rush up stairs and go to my room quickly, I slam the door behind me, not caring it it wakes anyone up. Then I go to me wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the day. I decide to go with a denim dress, black tights, white sneakers and my hair in a bun. By the way, you'll never see me wearing heels, it's not in my nature, dresses aren't really my thing, but sometimes I wear them because they are comfier then other things I have.

I grab my black bucket bag and put all my school work and phone inside, I have a hour before school starts, it takes thirty minutes to get there from here and to be honest, I'm fine with it. It means I can think abiut things. I grab my bike lock and put it in my bag, then I put my bag strap over mu head so that the bag is against my right hip. I leave my room after making my bed and rush down stairs, everyone is just starting to wake up, so I open the front door and leave quickly. I go to the side of the house and grab my bike before pedaling off quickly.

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~ Katana Girl