Alexa Whittier can't help but feel that life has been brutal to her. She has everything one could ever dream of but still, she isn't happy. The once warm, cheerful and vibrant little girl becomes a cold, hardened ghost of what she used to be. Events...
Riiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiiing,... my alarm set for 5:15am keeps blaring in my ear.
"Ugh" I exclaim as I try to rub the sleep away from my eyes with my hands all to no avail.
"What time did I go to bed again", I say to myself.
"Oh well, it's better I try not to remember" I say again as I get up from my huge bed and stretch my long arms and legs stifling a yawn.
Sometimes I make myself laugh, sigh.
After my parents left my room I cried after spending several hours thinking about what they had just told me. I cried for three good hours. Hmmm, that explains my tiredness. I can't afford to be weak.
In my miserable state I get up from my bed, go into my walk in closet and change into my exercise apparel. I do some quick warm ups and get ready for my daily run.
Apparently, where I live is very secluded. Just trees with a view of a small river. I usually do five laps every day around the area which takes me a total of about an hour and thirty minutes back and forth. Yes, I'm pretty fit ; )
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Alexa's walk in closet
Exhausted, I go back to the house and grab a bottle of mineral water on my way to my room. I run to my bed sliding down the silk bed sheet and soft mattress.
Mmmmmmm, I close my eyes and begin to think about my plans for the day. In my head I say to myself
"So today is a Saturday and I'm going to continue my programming, do a research on various types of cancer, bake some brioche, do some stuff on 3d animation, play on my...." I pause
"Something is definitely not right, something is missing" I quickly jump out of my bed and start pacing my room. Now I'm hyperventilating.
"What the hell I never forget anything" I scream as I start to pull at my hair.
Suddenly I hear a sharp knock on the door. I turn around as I glare daggers at the door, my face in a terrifying scowl. Without waiting for my response the door swings open. It's my mother.
"What on earth do you want now?" I scream at my mother still pulling my hair. She turned pale and looked extremely frightened.
It takes some time before she regains her composure. I stare her down as she begins to speak.
"Sweetheart, I just wanted to remind you about our visit to your school today, I hope you're getting ready" she smiles and turns to leave a slight unsteadiness in her step.
With the scowl still present on my face I walk to my bathroom and stop in front of my mirror. I gave myself five hard slaps on my face mumbling
"So that's what you forgot you idiot, ugh!!!!" I step into my bathtub and clean myself up.
