It's My Life

Chapter 3

I've been up for an hour already, since I forgot to turn off my alarm. Stupid thing went off at 6am and I just couldn't fall back asleep. It's winter break here, so I have a few weeks off. This is something every teen would love, but, for me I hate it. All I want to do is go home. New York just isnt my home, no matter how much my mom trys to convince me it is.

I took my time walking up the 2 flights of stairs up to my floor. I don't know why we even have such a big house like this. It's only my mother, father, and I here. I mean, Even when my brothers were living with us, we didn't need so much space. In this house we have at least 6 bathrooms and 8 bedrooms, 3 floors of empty space. 

My parents have the first floor, my brothers had the second floor, and I have the third floor all to my self. Don't get me wrong though. I love having a whole floor to myself, it's just that sometimes it gets lonely.

While walking to my room, I glanced at the other white door that's on my floor. Tears pricked my eyes, knowing what was supposed be in that room. Painful memories started to flood my mind, making the tears start to flow.

'That dream was the best dream I've had in my life' I thought while wiping away my tears, willing to make them stop.

Shaking my head of those painful memories, I walked into my room. As always, I grimaced when i saw how my room was decorated. My mother thought it would be fun to make my room bright pink. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with the color, but when your room is completely covered in it from top to bottom, you get sick of it. 

On one wall was a giant vanity, stocked with all of my makeup that my mother insisted on buying for me to use, since her daughter had to be perfect because her family needed to be perfect like everyone thinks.

On another wall were two doors, one leading to a walk in closet my mother had stocked with preppy girly clothes all from name brand boutiques. The other door lead to my huge bathroom that came with the huge bedroom and house. It had a walk in shower with a panel on the wall next to it so you could control the tempatures of the water and the cycles, and other shit. It was just to fancy for my likings. Also the bathroom had a hot tub sitting in the other corner. And guess what? Everything was customly made in pink.

Up against the other 2 walls of my bedroom was my king sized bed, angled out into the room. It was packed full with so many pillows I couldn't count. The pink fuzzy comforter was the only thing that made the bed worth it. It was just so soft.

After cringing at my room, I walked into my bathroom and started taking a shower, needing something to relax me a bit.

After showering i walked into my closet. Since I didn't like most of the stuff that was in there, I did the best I could to find a good outfit I liked. I finally dressed in dark, navy blue jeans with a bright green t-shirt with pink lettering from Aeropostal and a pair of pink converse. It took forever to convince my mother to buy me something other than sandals and heels. I finally got her to buy them, but of course they just had to be pink. I knew i should have been with her when she ordered them.

I walked over to my vanity and brushed out my long brown/aburn hair. Once I twisted my bangs and pulled all of my hair back into a pony tail, I grabbed my cell phone from my nightstand and walked down stairs.

Going through my contacts I finally found the person I was looking for and clicked call.