The Kind of Falling that Helps You Rise

Why is the wall there so orange?

There are a thousand people we meet in our life but there's only one person we give our heart to,
And it's funny how far we to go to find the one before we realize that there never was someone new,
That the one that's meant to be is standing right there with you.
-Averly's wall

I WOKE UP the next morning wanting to go back to sleep and after snoozing my alarm almost three times, because that's how my body works.

I got out of bed and got dressed in a black full sleeved fitted top with the sleeves ending just above my fingers, blue jeans and black boots. My dark brown hair that almost reached my waist was wavy at the top and then descended into curls that spiralled down by back,and was currently styled into a simple high ponytail.

I looked at myself in the mirror and found my dark brown eyes staring back at me. It was still hard to believe that I was starting my senior year at Vandenberg High. I remember the fresher Averly Cansdale staring at herself in the mirror just as I was right now, feeling so nervous about her first day in highschool.

Now I look at myself in the mirror, feeling proud of how much I've grown in the past three years.

I walked down the stairs to see my parents in the hall, sitting on the sofa with two mugs of coffee in their hands, laughing at something my dad probably said.

Whenever I looked at them,I believed just a little bit more in a love that can last. With so many marriages breaking so frequently around the world, I was happy that my parents had found love and trust and loyalty,right where they were, right there in each other.

"Hello people!" I exclaimed,taking a seat next to them. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Hey kiddo. We were just talking about how a 5 year old Averly came up to us once,almost shoving her foot in my face and told us that there's something wrong with her foot because apparently,and I quote "my first toe is way bigger than my other toes but my last toe is too small and I don't like it." My dad said.

I knew I had gotten the idea of toes being weird from somewhere.

Wait,why didn't I say anything about fingers?

"This is the reason I can't believe you manage to get As in almost every subject." My mom said, smiling at me playfully.

I groaned "If your daily routine of 'lets embarrass Averly right in the morning when she's already half dead' is over, then let me proceed towards the part where Averly is actually happy in the morning even if just for sometime because when I see pancakes and toast in front of me,it's just me,my soul,my food,and my extremely hungry ravenous stomach."
I said,stabbing the pancake with my fork and stuffing my mouth with my morning happiness.

As if on cue,my parents rolled their eyes at me at the same time,my mom shaking her head, probably wondering when my weird antics are going to die.

I finished my breakfast,picked up my plates and was on my way to the kitchen when something crashed into me and hugged my legs.

"AVY!" The thing screamed, and I looked down and smiled at my little sister,the plates still balanced in both of my hands.

Lianna Cansdale,my five year old sister, was one of the most annoying people ever, but she was also one of my favorite people in the world. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was tied up in space buns, and she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She slept over at a friend's house yesterday, and my dad picked her up -literally and figuratively-early in the morning and got her home,while she was still asleep.