Is it Truly Easy?

Positivity? What's that?

  "AGH!!" I yell as my younger brother, James,  jumps onto me. He's such a jerk!

  "Anna! You need to wake up!," James yells at the top of his lungs in my ear. Making me spring out of my bed sending him to the floor.

  "What was that for?," James says as he rubs his head from his spot on the floor. 

  "That's for jumping me like that so early in the morning.", I say back at him. He gives me a look of annoyance before getting up and heading to the door.

  " You need to get out of bed or I'm going to get Cheese and have him get you out of bed.", James says with a mischievous smile before walking out of the room closing the door. He very aware that our dog, Cheese, hates me and will destroy my room. 

   I jump out of bed not wanting to go to school. But do I really have a choice in the matter? I change into a pair of gray jeans, a graphic tee with my favorite band ( Darkness), I throw on my favorite fingerless gloves, and to finish it off with my beanie. I examine myself in my floor length mirror before leaving.

   I look at the outfit i'm wearing with a judgemental eye. I looking at every tiny imperfection in the mirror. My always slightly flushed cheeks, the deep dark circles under my eyes, 

  I look around my room as I grab my backpack. I hate leaving my haven. I have to leave all my art and all my stories. Hmm... I think I have a problem. I move out the door and close it behind me. I head down stairs and make breakfast and bring some up to my Mom. 

  She hasn't left her office since my Dad and her parents died in a car accident. She barely writes anymore she used to be a world known author. It broke her and I hate her for it, she should've been stronger. I take care of James and all she does is stay in her room. 

  "Hey Mom? *Knock Knock* Can I come in? I have breakfast.", I ask,as I do I hear a shuffle on the other side of the door.

  "Come in.", She whispers from the other side of the door. I enter and see her on the edge of the bed. She's so thin and doesn't look like herself anymore. I place the food on her bed stand, walk to the window and open the curtains the sun greets me on the other side. 

  "How have you been?", I ask trying to be polite to this ghost whose apparently my mother. I walk to her desk where I left last nights dinner. The plate has flies circling it and still has all the food I left her with. "Did you not eat again? You have to eat!", I say as I grab the plate. I turn to look at her and she just is staring at the floor. 

  "You need to not be so bossy, Anna. I'm your Mother.", She says to me as I head back to the door. I want to get out of here.

  "Act like it!", I say as I fling the door open. 

  " Anna....Sweetheart.... just stay positive.", She says, I look back at her. Her expression makes my heart hurt a little. I shouldn't of yelled at her she's trying. I can see it in her eyes.... but it doesn't fix anything she's not trying hard enough.

  "I don't know what that is anymore." I say as I leave and slamming the door.

   I go down stairs to see James playing with Cheese. Cheese stops playing as he sees me. Cheese is our Golden Retriever that Dad had got us, and has hated me since he died. 

   A low growl travels across the room at me. I ignore him, there's no need to get worked up over it.

  "James, did you eat breakfast?," I ask, glancing at him from the kitchen, grabbing the lunches I made the night before. I cross back to the Living Room and hand James his lunch.

  "Yeah. Did you pack my favorite?!," he askes grabbing his backpack up off the floor. I nod, grabbing my bag heading to the front door. We both slip on our shoes and jackets before leaving. 

  We head to the bus stop and meet up with my friend Hannah. Who waves when she sees us. But there's someone with her...