The universe has quite a funny way of going about things. Like, for instance; instead of granting your wish for adventure, it decides to give you a vicious wake up call to the harsh reality that is: life.
Tuesday, December 2nd, 2014 - 6:00 AM
The most aggravating sound in the entire universe is probably the alarm on a person's phone at six in the morning. I grappled with my phone, trying to unlock it so I could turn the alarm off, since if you hit snooze, it will revive it's incessant fire alarm noises promptly three minutes later. I heaved myself into a sitting position, and wiped my hand across my eyes. I scoffed at the black smudge that appeared on the back of my hand, remebering that I had forgotten to wash my eyeliner off last night. I flung my blankets off my legs and shivered as my feet hit the cool tile of my bedroom floor. I don't know why everyone says Mondays' are the absolute worst, Tuesdays' are just as horrid. I stumbled to my bathroom door and cranked on the shower.
Looking in the mirror, I saw that I had my eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow all over my cheeks and the side of my head. My curly hair was sticking up in weird tufts that I could not deem managable. I grumbled to myself about the impertinence of said unmanagble hair and climbed into the shower.
Once I was squeaky clean, and my bed head was annihilated, I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body. I swiped a hand towel across the mirror to rid it of the condensation and I groaned when I saw that there was still black smudges around my eyes. I should sue these stupid facial wash companies, promising to eliminate your acne and "remove makeup". A load of bullshit, if you ask me.
I dried off, and wrapped the towel around my hair, slipping back into my room to put on the clothes I had picked out last night. Luckily, my school does not require us to wear uniforms, so I can wear my favorite black skinny jeans and my Star Wars hoodie. Today is my younger sister's birthday, however, so I'll have to change when I get home before we go out to dinner, but this outfit was decent enough to wear to school.
I slipped on my converse and grabbed my backpack from beside my desk. I tripped on one of Maria's toys at the top of the staircase and barely managed to grab the rail and prevent my tumble down the stairs.
"MARIA! I almost died because of your friggin' toys! PICK THEM UP!" I belted, clutching my chest and taking deep breaths to soften the pace of my heart. I heard her giggle maniacally and I heard my mother's soft voice scolding her.
"Greetings and salutations, family." I sang, dropping my backpack next to the table, and plopping down opposite of my father.
"Greetings, pumpkin. How did you sleep?" My dad chuckled, passing me the milk.
"Same as always, dear father of mine." I drowned my Coco Pebbles in milk and shoved a huge spoonful into my mouth. My mom scoffed at my slovenly display, and I grinned around my cereal at her. She rolled her eyes and made baby noises to my youngest sibling, Gabriel. Gabriel is two, and he's quite the handful.
Maria shoved something in my face, screeching my hated nickname that I only allowed my family members to call me, "BECKY, wook what I maded today!" I plucked the paper out of her hands and giggled at her awkward drawing of what appeared to be our family.
"It's beautiful, Maria! You're such a great artist!" I patted her light brown curls and kissed her head, handing back her picture. She beamed up at me and gave me a gap toothed smile. Maria is turning five today, and it was such a wonder to see how fast she was growing up. I remember when she was born like it was yesterday, mainly because the circumstances of her birth began in the middle of my seventh grade swim-a-thon.
"You weally tink so? I wanna be da best artist that ever wived on da world!" I laughed and booped her nose, causing her to collapse in a peal of laughter.
"Of course! One day you'll be even better than Monet!" She gave me a confused look.
"Why would I wanna be better den money? Daddy and mommy have lots of money." Dad and mom and I laughed, which caused Gabriel to laugh, so Maria laughed too, even though she still did not understand.
"Happy birthday, sweetie. I'll see you later, okay?" Maria nodded happily as she munched on her toast. I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek, and my dad wiped his hands on his jeans and got to his feet.
"Come on, hon. Don't want to be late for school." I stuck my tongue out at him and followed him to his car. My car was in the shop because it had to have it's brakes checked, so my dad was driving me to and from school until we got it back, which should be tomorrow.
The drive to school was quiet, yet comfortable as we listened to the CD he burned for me in the eighth grade. This CD was my favorite, because it had all of my favorite songs.
I kissed my dad on the cheek and told him I would see him later, then I hopped out of the car and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I waved to him once more, and turned to head into the building.
If I had known what was going to happen, I never would have gotten out of that car.
