Fractured

Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up by myself. No alarm, no mother. Just me.

It felt really good, refreshing. Almost normal, well as normal as my life will get.

The glowing sunlight that casts it's way into my room makes me feel happy.

I roll over and check the time on my phone. The glowing white numbers against my black lock screen tell me it's 9:45. That's the latest I've slept in along time. I decide to change my lock screen it's blackness contrasts against the white numbers I liked it before now I just find it dull.

I scroll threw my camera roll and look for a happy picture. I choose a single flower against a sunset.

I don't exactly have any friends. So I can't set a picture of me and my non existence friends as my lock screen. So for now a flower makes me smile, and that's all that matters.

My thoughts slowly drift to my brother and what he would be doing right now.

Probably playing video games in his room with Conner.

Conner.

I feel kind of bad for the way I acted last night. But he was equally as harsh. He shouldn't have asked such a serious question.

Well I suppose it was just a normal question. Just not normal for me.

I fling my purple duvet off of me and lie there for a little while.

I'm not sure how my mother will act when I go downstairs so the peace and comfort of my bed is really relaxing.

I need to quit procrastinating. I'm In a good mood and nothing can ruin that.

I throw my legs over my bed and step onto the hardwood floor. A little bit more spring into my step as I walk over to my closet and decide what to wear.

Jeans? No.

I'm surprisingly not in the jean mood so instead I reach into the back of my closet and pull out a white lace floor length skirt.

I look at it. It is pretty it's not exactly me tho.

Time to start a new style. I should really go to the mall today. Maybe the pet store. I'm not exactly sure if I can still use the Gift card, it is a few years old, I could always ask.

But that would involve me actually going out into the publics eyes. I remind myself and slip out of my pajamas and into the skirt.

And you don't have anyone to go with. My subconscious reminds me.

Jerk. But she's right.

It's true I don't. I'm what the high school classifies as a nerd. I'm okay with it. I would rather be counted as a nerd than a slacker.

I don't really understand why people need to be classified anyways.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out a white tank top and slip it on.

I turn and look at myself in the full body mirror. I look decent. I'm not used to wearing skirts but it's something different.

I should probably brush my hair. Maybe my teeth.

I grab my brush off of the dresser and pull it threw my blonde locks. It's getting really long now, down to the middle of my back. I'm one of those people who has perfectly stick straight hair. It does have it's advantages and disadvantages.

I make my way to my bathroom and brush my teeth the minty ness of toothpaste is really weird. How do they even get it to taste so minty? Then some toothpastes taste like bubble gum. What's up with that? Bubble gum toothpaste tastes terrible. The makers obviously haven't tasted bubble gum in there life time because that stuff never tasted like gum to me.