Finding Life

Four.

Izzabella

I realized at around fourteen that I had a very uneventful life. I'm not sure if it was the fact that most of the population my age were newly introduced to the world of partying or if it was the fact that the greatest thing I had achieved by that time was read twenty chapters of Wuthering Heights in one day.

That same year I had attempted to go to my first party, but I backed out halfway down the road. That's pretty much my whole high school experience summed up in a nutshell.

At least today I didn't have to go to school. My mother had made me an appointment at the hospital; and as much as I hated hospitals, it was a lot better than the joys of high school.

I slipped on my old slippers and stood up and left the comfort of my bed and strolled down to the family room to watch Looney Toons and grabbed a breakfast bar out of the pantry.

I propped my feet up onto the coffee table (if my mother caught me, I would be toast) and took in the lingering scent from the candles my mother lit last night.

I ended up not watching T.V for only a minute or two before I had to wake up my brother for school.

As I trotted up the hallway, the phone rang and considering Josh was already running late, I decided on giving my attention to him.

I opened his bedroom door and creeped into his room. Clothes were scattered everywhere and it reeked of stale pizza and sweat. I glanced over to his bed and to no surprise, he was sleeping soundlessly.

I huffed. "Josh." I whispered. He stirred around, his sheets crinkling along with him.

I carefully tiptoed around the garbage and shook him gently.

Nothing.

Annoyed, this time I shook him more roughly.

Again nothing.

By this time I was beyond mad, I was fuming. I reached my hands back and shoved him as hard as I could.

His body tipped over the side of the bed and fell to the floor, bringing along the bed sheets with him.

"Wake up butt head."

He shot me a glare and stood up. "What is your problem? Wait don't answer that." He smirked.

"Shut up. You gotta get to school."

He groaned. "Awe man. Do I have to?"

"Well..."

He stuck out his lip and looked down at me (He was a foot taller after all.)

"Come on, you won't have to drive me." He pleaded.

I sighed. Once again he had won me over. "Fine, but don't tell mom and you gotta come to the hospital with me."

He nodded eagerly and it reminded me somewhat of a puppy learning new tricks.

I wish I had a puppy instead of him.

I returned downstairs and engrossed myself with cartoons.

Most people would have been a little put off by the fact that a seventeen year old, very much like myself, was still eager to watch cartoons. Ill act like an adult when I am one.

 The phone rang once more just as the commercial break had ended. I sighed and stood up, retrieving the land-line.

 "Hello?" Realizing I probably sounded a bit harsh, I tried again. "Uhm-uh hello?"