Friends at night

Chapter 1, the new student

I groaned as I slammed my alarm clock in the wall, the noise it created made me want to blow it up in pieces and ship it back to the country it was made in. The noise slowly faded to mere squeaks before dying completely. I let go of what used to be my alarm clock, pulling off the warm sheets of my body and getting out of my queen-sized bunk bed.  I looked at the small pile of, what I like to call alarm guts, it looking almost impossible to repair.

" Good riddance..." I mumbled out to myself, taking the time to properly stretch my body. I leaned my head in an almost inhuman way, satisfied to feel it pop a few times. Next were my knuckles, which I folded with the opposite hand and applied pressure to make them pop. Once I was done, I opened the curtain of my room.

Not quite expecting the sun to be so bright that morning, I did some weird screech and stumbled back. If I would have siblings, they would probably make fun of me and call me a vampire. I got over my initial shock from the darn sun, pulling out a stool from under a nearby coffee table. The window was a bit high as my room was in the basement of my house.

I stood on the tip of my feet, looking at the various little flower pots on the rather large window ledge. Carefully, I took them down one by one and placed them on the coffee table. I took out a syringe, a cup and a spray bottle from a nearby dresser with cupboards. I filled the syringe with water, leaning it towards my Echeveria Lola, a type of succulent. I used a syringe to get the water as close to the center as possible.

I did the same thing for my Echeveria Purpusorum succulent. I only had four different succulents but I loved them all dearly. They all have names, as funny as it sounds. The 'Lola' one is called Piks, the 'Purpusorum' is called Saki. I also have a  Sedum Pachyphyllum which is called Kyoya and a Sedum Calvatum named Momo. 

I know all the scientific names are complicated, so I note them on a sticky note, along with the name I gave to the succulent so I can easily identify them if the sticky notes happen to fall off the window ledge. I sprayed Momo and Kyoya with the spray bottle filled with cool water, the stem not being hidden by leaves does make the watering task a lot easier.

I place all four of the succulents back to their respective places on my window ledge, keeping the curtain open for my bamboo, Bao. Bao was too tall for the window ledge, so it was on one of my dressers. I stripped from my pajamas, looking at myself in the mirror, it hanging right under my window, hidden by my curtain when it is closed.

I sighed, opening the bottom drawer of a nearby dresser, pulling out a black hoodie. I opened the top drawer, pulling out a white printed star-design T-shirt. I then pulled out my undergarments, putting on the shirt and hoodie right after. I chose a pair of black skinny ripped jeans. I slipped ballerina socks in my feet and then my favorite pair of flat shoes. They were black and white, perfect for the outfit.

I looked at my shoulder-length blonde hair, looking like it was trying to look like a lion mane. I took out a brush from my dresser, spraying a bit of the water in my hair. I somehow tamed the strands of my hair, blinking my grey eyes. "Damn, looking good there Paige Hills," I told myself out loud.

I took my phone off of the charger, plugging my bright red earbuds in it. I grabbed my schoolbag off my room door handle, hanging it off my shoulder. I went upstairs to the same usual silence. My mother would rarely be home in the morning, but when she is, she is too busy to talk. My father always drinks his coffee while reading the newspaper, occasionally glancing at me. if he said something, it was about my clothes being too dark to look like a girl.

I don't usually eat breakfast, sometimes a multigrain bar or a fruit like a peach. I eat peaches like apples, I actually love peaches. The sweetness of the fruit, the smooth skin, and the pretty color, all looks very delicious to me. I took the plastic container on the counter, the one with my name, Paige Hills, on it. Even though I and my parents don't have the best relationship, they still make me my meals.