Loves Untold Story

Normality

      Waking up to my screaming alarm, I throw my pillow at it. All you could hear was the sound of my cousin sighing upstairs from the loud ruckus below her. My alarm clock sadly survived its fall. I sat up grabbing my clothes and going to my bathroom. I avoided making contact with myself in front of the mirror. I hate my reflection. I hate seeing myself. Not because I am ugly, but because of my past experiences. I put on my clothes and brushed my teeth in a faster manner, just to keep myself from looking back.
      Packing up my homework from the night before, I look next to my bed at my stuffed animal that was gifted to me when I was young. I named her 'Kitty,' typical right? Pretty much. I feel myself getting nostalgic as I snap out of the trance. I grab my bag and go upstairs. My cousin already made my cup of coffee. Before grabbing my coffee, she asked me to get her dog ready. His name is Little Shit, at least to me. At times I wish I could cut him into pieces and make him into a new brand of doggy chops (but sadly he isn't big enough for that) or he can be cute. When he is not barking. I grab his harness and leash and put it on him. I walk him out to the car and quickly run back in for my coffee. I usually forget it but today I was lucky.
     My cousin normally brought me to school, so today was pretty average, at least until a certain point. It's a quieter morning until my cousin decides to mention, "Edith, you need to remember that your mom would be proud of what you're doing. Even if she isn't here." Hearing that frustrated yet stumped me. I don't know if I should feel happy or sad when I hear that statement. Every choice I make, goes back to what she would think or judge. I never planned on her leaving. I never thought her life would end so soon. I know I am not alone, but it does feel that way.
     After telling her goodbye, I looked in to see the name bolded on the front desk, Woodbury Middle School. I immediately go up the stairs and to my locker. Nobody is there yet. I enter my combo and open my boring and empty locker. I put my jacket, boots, and my backpack in it after grabbing my binder. I go down the hall and run into my old friend Norah with my friend Lena. They both always tackle hug me in the mornings. Usually, there is some sort of drama in my friend group but it is seemingly normal. Some days seemed more normal than others, which didn't seem that great at the time, but little did I know it would only get better.