Sisters or Misters?

School? Nope, I'll Pass

"There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off"

-Angela Carter

Maya's P.O.V

Ping... Ping...I can't do this, not today. No one understands how much I really hate this sound. For most people, it's just a normal sound you wake up to every morning, but for me, it's a call to war. I roll over trying to cover my blinded eyes from the sun. I'm late. Again. Something about my brain makes me physically incapable of waking up on time. I dread every morning, knowing that I need to take a bus to the horrible building supposedly meant for educational purposes (actual hell), also known as school. It's just awful. I mean that cafeteria food is literal toxic waste. Is it that hard to make some non-moldy sandwiches? And the subjects in school? A complete waste of time. Math? We have calculators and phones. Science? Doesn't serve any purpose unless I choose a career that involves that but that doesn't mean that it needs to be mandatory. They should teach some stuff that actually serves a purpose in our lives.

 I finally have the strength to get out of my cozy blankets keeping me warm from the autumn chill in the air. I immediately freeze once my feet touch the icy cold hardwood floor of my bedroom. I search for my warm bunny slippers all over my room in despair until I find them underneath my bed. After quickly sliding into them, I head over to my closet. Eva had already picked out my outfit, and as always, it was flawless. Eva is my fashionista big sister, always to my rescue. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. 

Once I get dressed and finish my hair, I head downstairs to eat my waffles. Eva was there eating her food in silence, not even noticing me as I sat down right next to her. She seemed so deep in her thoughts. I couldn't help but stare at her warm green eyes clouded by her whatever she's thinking about. Eva was always the prettier sister. Once I grew out of my jealousy I completely understood why she was always more attractive. She had mom's silky straight hair, dad's green vibrant eyes and a smile that outshines the sun. I, on the other hand, have a type of curly-frizzy light brown hair and a cheap knock-off version of my sister's eyes. 

Although, there was something about her eyes today. They were all fogged up by whatever she was thinking about. It was weird, seeing Eva like this. I couldn't see what she was thinking like I always could. 

When she finally realized I was right next to her I had been staring at her for what felt like forever. "Hey, 'morning" she mumbled once she got out of her trance. "Good morning" was all I could stumble out. I then ate my food trying to avoid eye contact with her.

Once I looked up from my plate my dad came dashing down the stairs with his hair a mess and his tie untied. "Hey girls. Good morning", he said in a rush. "Good morning dad" Eva and I said in unison. We then both got up and gave our dad a peck on his cheek. Eva tied his tie and buttoned up his shirt while I combed his hair and ran my thumb through his eyebrows to tidy them up. I found it really cute seeing my dad there, with us taking care of him. The roles switched. I grinned at myself while watching him go out the door. 

After my dad left my mom came down the stairs with the same graceful maneuvering that my sister inherited holding Aaron by the hand. "Sissy Ewa! Sissy Mwaya!" he yelled while jumping off of the last stair. "Aaron!! Hiii" I said while he sprinted into my arms. His adorable tiny, chubby hands squished my face while he sloppily kissed my forehead. Then he turned to the clock, pointed and said "Clock!" My brother tends to obsess over his newly learned words and, well, this is one of those. Once I move to what he's pointing at, I jump in surprise. I'm gonna be late! 

I kiss my family goodbye and rush over to the bus. I get on just before the driver leaves me behind. I walk through the center of the bus aisle, slightly brushing the seats and trying to avoid eye contact. I then swiftly sit down in my regular spot near the back of the bus and take off my backpack at the same time. The bus starts moving just as I withdraw my sketchpad from my bag. I stop myself from hitting my seat just in time. I grab my pencil that has now rolled across the seat

10 minutes later

Doodling relieves me. It allows me to express everything I'm feeling or thinking about onto a sheet of paper. It helps me break things down and.. *tap tap* I turn around and realize that Chris already got on the bus. Christopher King is my best friend since I was in kindergarten. "Good morning My," he said. "Hey Chris," I said while he was attempting to peek at my sketch. "What shall this piece be called?" he asked, still looking at my drawing of a whale with a bunch of patterns on it. Resting my thumb and index finger on my chin to show thought I tell him, "Hm. How about Patterned Whale?" to which he responds with a chuckle: "Very creative"

During the rest of the bus ride to school, we talk about dumb and pointless stuff that aren't worth mentioning and that I can't even remember.