Life as Prolonged

My new life

CHAPTER I

My head whirled around. I held my neck as a reaction to whiplash. The wind picked up and I wrapped my arms around myself as I snuggled under the blanket. After the wind had stopped, I reached over and shut the window. 

In the room next to mine, my brother's alarm clock was going off, blasting rock music  loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I think they did, because I saw Hazel's curtain slightly shift and a pair of blue eyes peek out. Hazel was my next door neighbor's daughter who I used to babysit. I wiggled my fingers at her and she flopped her hand around. She quickly shut the curtain as I stomped over to my brother's room, where his alarm was still going off. 

I didn't bother knocking on his door since he was asleep anyways. I skipped my way through his maze of dirty clothes and pounded my fist on his alarm clock, listening to the music die out. I smiled out of satisfaction as I looked over at him. I laid one finger on him and nudged him slightly.  

"Hey nerd, get up! It's school time!" I sang out as he groaned. "Aw, is little Austin afraid of confronting his little girly-friend?" He groaned even louder as he rolled over and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. His deep green eyes sparkled as the sunlight hit them, before he turned his head away. He began to roll off of his bed, which drew my attention to his floor.  

"AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It obviously alarmed him since he threw his hand to the floor to catch himself. I bent over and grabbed the steak knife as quickly as possible before he landed on it. "What is this doing in here?!" I screamed at him. He spun to his feet and snatched the knife from my hand.  

"I needed to open something." He took the knife out of the room. "Please don't tell mom."  

I scampered back out of his room and into the bathroom. I threw my hand over my eyes as I flipped the light switch. Slowly removing my hand, I let my eyes adjust to the light. My eyes burned even more as I saw myself in the mirror.  

Oh lord.  

My curly brown hair was pulled up into a knotted bun with curls hanging loose. I defiantly needed a hair treatment, or maybe even highlights. I had black makeup lining my eyes, since I forgot to wipe it off last night. My lips were beginning to chap, loosing their plump pink volume. I had olive colored skin and teal eyes, they were more blue in the summer. My eyebrows were shaped perfectly, or on second thoughy, maybe not. Although I must say, I wasn't too bad.

I danced around and made funny faces in the mirror. Most people hate mornings, but I just love the smell of burnt waffles and year old syrup. Especially over a cup of black coffee.  

Just kidding. 

I hate coffee. Just as much as I hate my mom. That's a lot to say. Me and mom have never gotten along as a mother and daughter should.

I ignored my thoughts. I hated how they always took over my mind. Then again, that's kind of supposed to happen.

I reached my hand out pressed the mirror, just to watch it bounce open. I shut it again and stared at my reflection.  

"Maybe, just maybe, I would look better if I was skinny." I recall thinking. 

Weight scales were my worst enemy. I had moved into three- digit numbers by the time I was nine. Since then, I really didn't bother weighing myself, the mirror said it all. I could always tell if I had lost or gained weight, every girl could. It's just something we pay attention to.

Though I was overweight at the time, my looks weren't bad at all. I was pretty, and I knew it. People judge by overall appearance these days, though. It upset me a lot, knowing I could never be one of them. You know, the pretty, flawless, popular girls.