When the Lights Go Out {complete first draft}

Day Three: Wake Up in the Mornin'

Day Three – Wake Up in the Mornin’

Everything felt warm, and relaxed. As my eyes fluttered open, I felt the warmth of the day on my skin. Sighing contently, I turned around, only to see Vincent sleeping next to me, peacefully, happily, lovingly. The moment, though, is short lived, because I look beyond him to the alarm clock that was on my bedside table.

                  It was nearly eleven o’clock.

                  “Shit,” I cried, nearly falling out of my sheets. Wearing nothing but tiny shorts, and a t-shirt, I hopped around my bedroom. Finding Vincent’s wallet on the floor, I chucked it at him to try and get him to wake up. “Vincent, we’ve missed at least two classes. Three, by the time we’ll get there!”

                  Vincent groaned, but didn’t get up.

                  Moaning to myself, I checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls, and a text from my sister appeared on the screen from this morning. Thankfully, it said, Vincent isn’t snoring – or you. I told mom you’d already beaten me to school. Thought you’d want to extra time in bed, but don’t be too late, I can’t actually cover your classes for you! Kendal xox

                  I smiled slightly to myself. It was sweet of her to do that. In response, I messaged her asking how her events at the party went, and if everything was all right with George. “Vincent,” I said again, this time with a raised voice. “Come on, get out of bed.”

                  “What?”

                  “Get up,” I repeated. “We’re, like, super late. We’re going to get detention.”

                  “Who cares?” Vincent grumbled. “Let’s not go in.”

                  Matthew gets detention, doesn’t he? Or, because I’ve changed Vincent’s path, and mine, did his change too, because he didn’t see Vincent this morning? Because Kendal didn’t run up to him? Maybe he doesn’t even have detention.   

                  “We’ve got to go in,” I told him, eve though part of my just wanted to stay at home, too. If this was what my life was going to be forever, why did I just do what I want, when I want to do it? Why was I trying to hold onto this normality? Why was I trying to figure things out? Shouldn’t I just do what I want, when I want, and not suffer any consequences? Why don’t I just get a credit card and max it out on anything I want? Why am I just standing here, worrying about life, and if I’m going to get a detention? Isn’t life bigger than that? Sure, we have to go to school and learn stuff, but I’m already dead. If this doesn’t scream a wake up call, then I don’t know what does.

                  “Come on,” Vincent said, following this idea my inner thoughts had, “we don’t need to go in. We can just stay here.”

                  “No.” I said, telling up both off. “I’ve made a plan, and a decision. I’m sticking to it. We’re going to go in Vincent. Tomorrow, we can skip school and have the day off.”

                  Vincent snorted, and chucked the covers from him. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, Marisol, babe. We’re not going to be in school because it’s closed.”

                  Of course, to Vincent, life wasn’t on a continuous loop where it was only one day. A Friday. A never-ending, die at the end of the day, wake up and it’s the same day, kind of day. “Right,” I said dumbly. “Yes, of course.”