My Battle Cry

Chapter 1

The last time I recall Lilian smiling and laughing, like she used to, was the day her life changed forever.

Sometimes I wished my alarm clock would've never went off that Saturday morning but it did and I awoke with stress on my body, an after effect of sleeping a full night. I usually don't ever sleep that soundly unless I ware myself out the day before. I sluggishly force myself up on my feet, still a little light headed from getting up to fast. Blinking my eyes a couple times I gazed at my messy room; clothes packed into the corner, balled up paper cluttering around my trash basket, my desk covered in various objects, a pizza box peeked out from under my bed. The pizza box from last week that I never got around to throwing away. I picked it the box and opened it, expecting it to be empty, it wasn't. There was one slice left. A rotting odor fumed from the moldy pizza, reeking of rancid cheese. I felt yesterday's lunch jump and I quickly closed the pizza box. "I won't be eating that anytime soon" I said, trying to calm the vomit in the back of my throat. I stuck the pizza box back under my bed where it belonged.

I was disturbed by a knocking at my bedroom door "son" my dad's resonant voice seemed to rattle my door in its hinges "breakfast is ready" I heard his heavy steps trail off down the stares.

I avoided the temptation to lay back in bed and went down stairs where the smell of eggs and toast averted my mind off the rotting pizza under my bed. I walk into the dinning room where my dad and brother were already stuffing their faces like they were starving. "Good morning son" my dad greeted with his bushy mustache coated with food remnants. "Morning" I said watching my brother eat "you guys left me some right?" I looked back over at my dad. "Yeah there's some toast in there but you'll have to make more eggs it you what them" he said taking another bite of his toasty goodness. I can't cook if my life depended on it, I'll just settle for toast. I snatched a piece from the toaster and walked back up stares into my room. I threw myself backward into the bed. Today was gonna be a long day. I took a bite out of my breakfast but was interrupted by a quiet vibration emitting from my cell phone on my nightstand, next to my bed. Who's texting me this early? I wondered sitting up to answer my messages. A string of messages come after the one I just received and they are all from Lilian.

"Hey! Saaaaaam wake up!"
"You need to be at my house at 9:00, remember?"
"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty"
"Samual!"
"Heyyyyyyyy Sam!"

Oh crap, I forgot about that! She'll kill me if I'm late. I glance at the wall clock hanging across from my bed. It's 8:35. I really need to get going! I quickly scarfed the rest of the toast down while stuffing my phone in my pocket. I get up off my bed and head to my closet in the back of the room and grab a plane, everyday outfit. Putting the white, baggie, shirt on over my bare chest and a black jacket on top of that. Then, I pulled my grey jeans on over my boxers and quickly tied shoes on. I ran down stares while grabbing my skate board on the way out of the front door with time to spare. I hopped on my board and made my way down the sidewalk.