I'm Not Okay.

I'm Not Okay- Fake and Emo.

I woke up in a cold sweat. “Crap,” I muttered to myself. I couldn’t be dreaming about the day both my mother and my baby brother died. It’s been months since she died, I needed to get over it. 

I crawled out of my bed, sliding into my slippers. I headed over to my mirror, and looked at myself up and down. My eyes were puffy and red, I must have been crying in my sleep. I pulled my nose ring out, mad at myself for sleeping with it on…again. I ran my fingers through my black and blue high-lighted hair.

I went down the wood and carpeted steps to the kitchen. My aunt Macy and uncle Rob sat at the kitchen table. Macy held her coffee cup up to her lips, about to take a drink, and Rob read The Williamsburg Times. 

Macy quickly put down her cup and smiled a fake smile. “Hi sweetie! How was your sleep!?” My aunts voice sounded fake. She obviously didn’t care about how my life was. Honestly I was getting sick and tired of all the “Sweetie!”, “Hunny!”, and “Poor Tristan!” I’m not 5, or retarded, I know it’s fake. 

“It was ok.” I answered. I pulled out the wooden chair, and sat down. I thought about everything that happened in my dream last night, everything seemed so…real. Like I was living the moment again. Ever since that day, my life has been peachy and fake at home, and horrible at school. The day my mother died, I got sent to my Uncle and Aunts house, In Williamsburg Virginia. It was either there, or with my Dad, and Mike would never agree to that. 

At school? Well at school I’m just the awkward emo girl in the back row. But honestly if any of those posers went through losing both parents and a baby brother they wouldn’t be a ray of sunshine. Everyone in high school gives everyone else labels. I guess the minute you dye your hair black, have a lip piercing, and plugs you are the loser emo chick, who has no friends. 

“Earth the Tristan, pass me the milk already!” Mikes voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him “What, Oh! Yeah, let me grab it.” I handed him the half gallon of milk. 

“So, what were you day dreaming of?” Mike questioned, as if he actually cared. “Rainbows and unicorns Mike, rainbows and unicorns.” I replied sarcastically. He shrugged and scooped up more cheerios. 

       "Anyways miss emo,  we have school today, so i would pretty yourself up, unless you want to be made fun of." Mike casually said to me. I shot him a look, "Shut up Mike, you know i already get made fun of." I snapped. My brother chuckled, and walked away, leaving his disgusting mess of soggy cheerios and milk behind.