18th Amelia

Off To A Great Start

I looked into the mirror and smiled confidently as i buttoned my plaid shirt--
Haha no! I wish my morning was like that, but it isn't.
Today was like a crumbled cookie, or a cliff that crumbled into pieces. And when you try to put them back together, it just doesn't work.

What can i say? Mornings are the worst, you need to wake up and start your day. And then repeat until your dead.
Anywho,mornings are the worst. Especially my mornings.

Today i'm going to go to my university, and get judged by three judges. I will explain my written book to them, and they need to rate it.
But, i accidentally spilled coffee on my pants, and it looked like i wet my pants.

The worst thing is i can't change, because if i did, i might be late.

I called my mom while i was at the car, not even acknowledging how dangerous it was to not watch the road,
"Mom! Everything is a mess, i can't do anything right!!"
"Amel, it's okay. Just calm down and--"
"I spilled my coffee on my pants and it looked like i wet my pants"
"Oh. That's just bad, Amel, bad. Maybe beyond bad"
"Yeah...thanks for the 'effective' tip, mom. Oof, i'm here. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck Amel--!"
I hung up.
I grinned as i once again succeeded from a conversation.
Yes.
I lied that i was here, she wasn't helping me. What am i supposed to say? Thank you??
No.
Why would i say such a thing?

At least it's better than our usual calls, she usually says my last name as a good representation of my confidence.
"You're Amelia Connex, meaning you connect with people easily"
Well.
I wish my name was Amelia Unconnex.
That would've been better.

Well guess what? We're here. Glad? I hope so.

I walked in into the university with my bag and my book which i'm going to re-explain.
The university was enormous, there we're a few students walking back and forth.
I walked right into the room and sighed in a soft voice as possible.

"My name's Amelia Connex and i'm here to re-explain my book. May i start?"
And the judges nodded.
I sighed and exhaled, trying to calm myself down.
I started to speak, while i also hold my plaid shirt, and putting one hand on the back.
I was getting nervous, anxious, and not confidence.
But i did it anyway, somehow.

I then ended it with a proud smile and stood straight.
"Uh-huh." One of the judges spoke, seeming like he might understood what i've been explaining.
"So is this a fantasy book?" He asked, as i assumed to be Mr. Balster.
"Uhh yes, but it's also a metaphore" i answered.
" And there are no romance?" One of them started to speak again, i grinned. Trying to hold myself together. Didn't he listen to my explanation?! Yes there was romance.
I nodded.
Mr. Balster then opened his mouth again, wanting to speak.
" I listened to your explanation from the beginning to the end, but i don't seem to get your story.
Maybe try another story, or do more edits about your story.
Try to make it a senseful book, please".
"Well, it was nice meeting you,
Ms.Connex" he shook my hand.

I looked him in confusion and denial. "The book did make sense, you just didn't get it!" I yelled.
"Out please" he demanded as he waved at me.
Was he being mean or sarcastic to me?
Either of those, i hate it.

And,
Yes.
My book did make sense.
And,
No.
I will not let him not like my book

He just didn't get it, was he really listening to me from the beginning to the end?

I went back to the car and sighed, i called my mom.

"Hey mom. So i, didn't got it"
"What? How?"
"I don't know"
"Well that's bad Amel, try another book or edit your bo--"
I hung up.

She didn't help me at all, she never did and probably will never.
She almost said the exact same thing Mr. Balster said to me.

Do they have some kind of telepathic power i don't know about?
Are they sharing a brain cell?
Or are they just really disfunctional?

It all makes sense now, they're obviously related.
I hate them.
I hate them.
I hate them.
I just do,
hate them!

"Arghh" i groaned, and knocked my head on the steering wheel.
It made a honk

"Crap" i whispered. "Don't even think no one heard that, obviously everyone heard that.
And if no one heard that, they must be deaf".

Like Mr. Balster and his shitlords.

I sighed heavily and hit the pedal.
I wanna get home as soon as possible.
I don't wanna speed up too much.
I don't wanna be a ferocious lady on the road.

Why would i?
Aren't i already?

I can't take the fact that i'm not accepted.
And then i just became... Like this.

What ever went wrong with my childhood?
Do i possibly have anger issues?
Or maybe even--
Depression?

I don't know.
How should i know?

Oh, look. My wish came true.
I'm home.

The best place in the world.
A place where you could do whatever you want and no one won't judge you.
A place where you could get comfortable with yourself.

Now i get the phrase 'Home Sweet Home'

It really is sweet, isn't it?

I took my book that failed me and slam it onto a desk.
I then checked my phone incase there are some new texts.

Apparently there is.
And it's from none other, mom.

Clingy. I thought.

'Hey Amel. Me, your dad, and your sister will visit you tomorrow.
We'll stay for as long as we can'
' I hope your house is free'
'Bye Amel'

I grinned, trying to hold myself together. "Dammit!" I yelped as i kicked the kitchen table.

'Why tomorrow?!". "Why can't they just visit me at my funeral?!".

Or better, never.

I groaned once again, maybe i do have anger issues.

I sighed heavily and took my book again, i ran up to my room and threw it onto the bed.
The soft, comfortable bed.

I still can't believe my family's coming tomorrow.
Especially my sister.
I always wonder how even is she my sister?

She's better than me at particularly, everything!

Well.

What can i say?

We're off to a great start, aren't we?