Finding You

8

Waking up, I felt even more tired. I slowly emerged from my bed and walked to the bathroom.

I whipped put my eyes as I emptied my blatter. Looking around, I still saw some of my stuff still in boxes.

I have got to finish unpacking. The only thing unpacked is my undergarments and my body wash.

Leaning over, I cut on the shower and adjusted the water. When it felt good, I pulled the shower piece down.

After I whipped myself and flushed the toilet, I took off my clothes and climbed in the shower.

I washed normally before climbing out and wrapping a towel around my body. I dried off my skin before going back to my room.

Opening my closed, I grabbed my kakhi jeans and put them in my bed. I grabbed a random uniform shirt and put it with my pants.

I opened my small suitcase that as sticking from under my bed and grabbed a matching set of undergarments. Sliding them on I let my towel drop. I begin to put lotion on my skin, so it wouldn't be so dry. I even put some on my stomach and chest.

If I didn't, my skin was crack. I don't have time for that. After I was finished with that, I put on my clothes and a pair of black and white converses.

When I was fully dressed, I went back to the bathroom to brushed my teeth and wash my face. I re-put lotion on my face and neck before going to get my bookbag and phone.

I walked out my room only to see my mom lying in front of her door. Are you kidding me? I'm already tired. I let my stuff drop before going to pick her up.

When I got her to her bed, I went in the kitchen and begin making her her disgusting hangover shake. It's nasty. Trust me. I smells bad. That's how I know it's nasty.

Pouring it into a cup, I grabbed a bottle of water and headed to her room. I sat the shake on her nightstand before opening the bottle of water.

Without hesitation, I dumped it on her face. She shot up so quick. When she whipped her face, she looked over at me. "What is wrong with you? It's barley 7 am" she yelled.

Confused, I looked over at her clock. It was only 6:47. No. I did not do this to myself. "Well, you have to wash. Don't want you to vomit to your own smell" I told her.

She nodded. "Alright. Thanks" she said as she got out the bed. Might as well go annoying someone.

Walking put her room, I picked up my stuff along with my keys that were on the counter. Going to the garage, I was my spot empty.

"Where's my bike?" I asked aloud as I begin to look around. Where's my bike? My bike did not get stolen. When was the last time I saw it?

Think. Oh no. It's still on the back of Mikey's truck. Turning on my phone, I immediately called Mikey. He picked up on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" He answered tired. "Mikey. Micheal. Wake up right now. I need my bike. It's still on your truck" I yelled into the phone.

Not getting a respond, I looked at the phone to make sure the line was still connected. "Hello?" I asked putting my phone back to my ear. "Hold on" he said.

I tapped my foot anxiously waiting for him to respond. "Hey. Um, since he's already wide awake, Trevor is coming. Be ready. Bye" he hung up.

What? I have to deal with the jerk? Why? I inhaled deeply before getting back on the elevator and going to the lobby.

Don't let me chock him out.