*beep beep* *beep beep* *beep beep*
Goes my annoying alarm clock, increasing volume , every torturous beep.
"UGH!" i scream, as i rub my eyes and wipe the drool from the side of my mouth. "I can't believe it, another monday morning! already?" i look at the clock, it reads "6:34" . "Why the fuck am i up so early, i ask (already knowing the answer to the question). "School..." i sigh dreadfully, welp, better get the show on the road i think to myself. I slip on my 2 year old bunny slippers i got from aunt Lorraine for Christmas. Although, they were in a rather rough state of being. They were still surprisingly comfortable and i didnt have the heart to throw them out...you know. Auntie being gone and all. I miss her.... As I started to walk down the wooden stairs trying to be quiet, but failing horribly. The stairs were like i dont know, 110 years old? Older than anyone i've ever known. Thats for damn sure.
My brother, who had owned the room directly across from mine, heard me going down the stairs and flipped the hell out. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO LOUD ALL THE TIME LINNEA" i said "why are you always so lazy" under my breath and rolled my eyes and continued, stomping this time... Just to give him a little more to be mad about.
As i approach the bottom of the steps i hear my mom and dad arguing in the kitchen, stopping just as i walked in to say "goodmorning darling" both of them, at the same time, almost as if they planned it. They both kissed the side of my head to, i almost thought we were a normal family for a second, but i knew deep down that soonly enough they would remind me again that no such thing exists. In this household atleast.
After scooping up the last few bites of my slightly burned hashbrowns and runny egg. I slipped on my backpack, while doing so...i heard what almost sounded like a heard of elephants coming down the stairs. It of course was, landon. Part of me wanted to throw my dirty plate at his head and say "WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD ALL THE TIME LANDON" buuuuuttttt....i didn't. Instead i rolled my eyes, and of course he caught it. "Why the attitude lin lin" trying to be the perfect child my parents assume he is. Boy, are they wrongly mistaken.
He gives me a noogie completely messing up my hair. That little fuck. Oh...wait...i didnt even bother doing my hair yet. I run up the stairs almost at lightning speed it seemed. Opened the cabinet door that had all the pony tails and hair brush. I gave my natty hair a few yanks and pulls and eventually it was nice and brushed again. I slipped on the pony tail, put my gigantic nerdy glasses on my face, clumped on a few pumps of mascara and made my way to the closet. There i had to decide whether to just throw on the typical pink sweatshirt i wore just about everyday, or try something new. I looked at the clock it red "7:23". Fuck, i don't have time for this i slipped on the same ole' pink sweatshirt, blue jeans, and floral toms. And ran back downstairs.
Landon honking the horn a good 50 times. I yelled "love you mom love you dad! " they stopped arguing just to reply the loved me too. Again, at the same time. *sigh* As i approach Landons car he gives me a small peppermint mocha because well, he always does. While i get ready he drives to starbucks just around the corner and grabs me one. It kind of makes me forget how much of an asshole he is. No, but seriously. He's does alot for me i love my big brother. Hes a senior, im a sophomore. He's way too over protective. If a guy even gives me the slightest bit of attention he makes sure that they understand "he's on the wrestling team, and the quarterback to the football team, and that he'll do everything he can to make your life a living hell" blah blah blah... So yeah, that pretty much tells you what my relationship status is. Single and always going to be. I hate it. But it has it's benefits. Like, you see the sexy boy over there? Check him out all you want without guilt. And that flirty boy in 4th period? You can facebook stalk him all night without feeling the slightest bit sorry. Well, that's how i look at it at least....
As we arrive to school, on time. Like always.... I head my way to my 1st period. Biology UGH! And to make it better? Today we're dissecting frogs, GROSS!! i can do it....i can do it...i tell myself. Oh shit. Spoke to soon, i puked all over the top of the lab counter. Mrs. Lindeske looked pissed, but concerned. So like a normal good teacher would do. She called the office and someone had taken me down to the nurse. They all agreed i should just take the day off. So i did. I just walked. I didn't want to bother Landon for a ride. I went home and i went straight upstairs, my parents didnt even hear me come in they were arguing so loud. I went straight upstairs. Took off my clothes that reaked of starbucks coffee and the small portion of breakfast i ate this morning, and you know...frog blood. Which made me puke AGAIN, damn I've always had a super weak stomach. I can't even go a day without feeling sick or close to vomit.
I turned the hot water knob a few notches and then i hopped in. The whole time i was thinking of ways i could just forget about what happened, or what people thought at school, how horrible tomorrow will be. Ect....leave it to me to over think. I knew it was gonna be fine. This wasnt the first time it happened. As i finished rinsing the soap out of my hair i turned off the hot water knob and stepped out off the shower. I ringed my hair out into the sink and reached for the hair towel. I wrapped my hair into the towel and stept out of the bathroom which was connected to my room if i forgot to mention that. I put on some pajamas even though it was still well before noon. I rested my head and body on the comfy mattress, trying my absolute hardest to go to bed and put this whole day behind me. But of course, mama and papa were fighting like no other... I just put pillow over my head and eventually passed out...
