Live, Laugh, Love

Chapter 2 -"I'd have to go Jackie Chan on their asses. "

Seraphina MacDonald

Don't you just love it when you're in your bed minding your business and sleeping, y'know…. the usual, and then suddenly an annoying siren sound just blares around your room, making you think that it was a serial killer coming to finally put an end to you're life coz he's jealous of you?

I guess that was too specific. Meh…

Anyways….

I was currently having a dream that others could only dream of. See what I did there?

MIC DROP.

Mother dearest had decided that she'd wake me up for something as senseless as school, like, why!!!

“Serra, the bus arrives in 15 minutes. ” mom said through my bedroom door.

“Mother. ” I groaned, “Gimme an hour. Please. ” the door to my bedroom swung open. Footsteps got louder and louder as the made their way towards me.

I had no I idea what my dear mother was up to until my very warm and comfortable duvet was ripped away from me, inviting the chill to gladly nip away at my skin as if it was a food buffet.

I wonder what a food buffet is like. I'm gonna dream about that later on.

All of a sudden, a finger was running in the sole of my feet and I shot out of my bed faster than you could say ‘Cowabunga ’.

Which is pretty slow if you're saying it like a cowboy. Which is the only way you could say it.

To sum things up, I slowly got out of bed.

Mom chuckled at me, “Breakfast is ready downstairs. Would you like me to drive you? ”

I stare at her as if she was wearing a black and red mark and said ‘Hello. I'm Deadpool. ’, “Oh dear god no. By the time we get there, it’d be Christmas. ”

You see, my mother is able to drive and all, but she's afraid of the road and the other people driving on it. Because of this, she drives lower than the speed limit which is 50. I think. No offense mother, but….even grandma could drive faster than that. Y'know, coz she's like Madea and all…

Anyways….

She retreated from my bedroom, leaving her poor, cold, exhausted daughter to deal with her first day in hell….uh sorry I meant school.

I sluggishly padded to the bathroom, doing my morning routine of singing in the shower, washing my hair and brushing my teeth.

All of that took a lot of effort.

Making sure that my towel was wrapped around me tightly, I stepped out of the bathroom and padded to my closet, and like the ginormous klutz that I am, I accidentally slipped on my way.

Can you even slip in fluffy slippers??? Like, what in the ass…

I've been watching too much Deadpool.

I'm not really a fan of dressing up on the first day so what I chose to wear was a white v cut spaghetti strapped blouse,  a pinkish-reddish and white flannel shirt tied around my waist, a black knee ripped jeans and a black and white ankle height converse.

Can't forget the converse.

I barely managed comb out the huge, meatball sized knots in my hair, which lead to my scalp feeling as if it was bleeding.

“Ouch! ” I exclaimed, trying to comb out another knot.

Trust me, it was a fight.

Not wanting to bother my now sore scalp, I left my wet hair in its natural waves, applied a little lip gloss and some mascara, then sprayed myself, grabbed my deep purple velvet school bag slowly trekked downstairs, hoping that the time would pass by faster and I wouldn't have to go to school today….