ONE way to wake up is to the waves crashing on the shore. It's most definitely my favorite way to wake up.
What isn't a nice way to wake up is to the sound of a video game crashing and banging, and the sound of your 23-year-old brother and your best friend shouting at the screen about 3 doors down. Waking up on your last Monday of the summer like this is absolutely worst way of any way to wake up, other than being burned alive.
I jump from my bed after several attempts to block the two idiots out. I stomp to my brother's closed bedroom door. I take both of my fists and hit them repeatedly against the tall white door.
"If you two don't shut the fuck up, I'll come in and strangle you both!" I shout through the door.
I turn away from the door and head downstairs huffing under my breath. I reach the massive kitchen and pull the stainless steel refrigerator open with aggression. I pull a miniature bottle of water and cream cheese from inside and begin to get a bagel. Once I've creamed my bagel, my father enters the room, in a very nice, black suit. He stands at a tall 6'2", same as my brother. His hair still full and plush on his head, black but now with age has silver flowing through it. My mother stands at a 5'4" with long brown hair cascading down her back similar to mine, both of my parents absolutely hot for their age. At least that's what Tenley tells them all the time. He looks to me and reaches for my bagel. I quickly pull away.
"Nice try dad, make your own!" I say laughing at his attempt.
"Eden, your mother wanted to make breakfast this morning, so I told her that I thought that the boys were smoking pot in Dave's room. We're in troubled times." He says and laughs as he begins making his own bagel.
I look at him in disgust at the thought of my mother trying to cook for us again. "She's going to actually burn the entire house down." I laugh at his remark.
"If she would just stop trying to cook, this wouldn't be an issue." I nudge him, and he nudges back. We snap our heads up at the footsteps that we heard retreating from the stairs.
"Why is Angie searching Dave's room for pot?" Elijah says as he walks in coming over to make a bagel. I shrug trying to keep the small smile that is trying to make its way onto my face, hidden.
The doorbell rings and I rush off stuffing my bagel in my face. As I pull open the door I'm taking out by a small person jumping on me. The grip is almost deadly, and I stumble back a few feet from the heavy impact.
"Eden! This is the last week of summer. Let me repeat that, this is the last week of summer."
I try to pry the blonde girl off of me, "Tenley. Get. Off. Me." I say slowly, emphasizing every word. She then slowly let's go of my neck and takes a step back to close the front door. Everyone treats this place like home, my mom takes serious pride in that.
"Eden! Are you wearing that to set up the Fashion Show Fundraiser!" she asks. Fuck. I had totally forgotten about the stupid Fashion Show Fundraiser! The rich girls that go to our school have a Fashion Show every year right before school, but they call it a Fundraiser, because the fathers buy their daughters dresses and the money goes to different charities. Each girl wears two dresses, then after the fashion show bit there's a small mixer with free drinks and pretty much a way for all the business guys to talk and all the students to waste time; over all the whole 'party' or fashion show is two hours, it's really not a very good time and I hate walking in the show, but it's for a good cause. That's if you ask me. An upside though is that the most 'popular' girl, Heather, throws a party every year at her parent's beach house. I don't actually think that her parents use the beach house because Heather is always throwing parties there. I don't really like Heather a lot, but I tolerate her because her parties are pretty amazing, and Tenley and I get to stay the night at the beach house, if we decide we need to.
