Sunday School and church service had ended, and now I was in the living room watching a movie. Ti, Beth and I really dressed in red, and might I say, we looked flawless. Like those fancy grammy people. Beth's brothers, in black, complimented us, who looked like bodyguards, and together with us, we all looked like those 'high classed troops' so to speak. Beautiful.
"Have you done everything you're supposed to do Elena?," mom asked, as she entered the room with a sleeping Amanda in her arms.
"No."
"Why?"
Note here. This wasn't her really asking. She actually meant 'Get up and get on with it child!'
But I answered anyway.
"Its too early."
"So when will you do it? What do you consider 'not too early?'
Now, this was her daring me to answer.
What did I do? I do? I answered again.
"Later. When the movie is finished."
Silence.
I looked up to see an empty space.
Now, her lack of an answer and absence means "Don't let me ask you agian and its not done."
Sighing, really not wanting to hear her again, I paused the movie and went upstairs. We had received our new timetable via email, and it was posted to the school's website for all students, so we had no excuse of not being prepared. Looking at my printed copy, I groaned. Ugh.
Monday:
Math
English A
Biology
English B
Stupid math. Well anyway, on the first day we don't do anything much, so hopefully no math. Yay.
Seeing my screen brighten, I picked it up to see Bethany calling.
"If you're going to scream might as well hang up now," I said.
"Gee... hi to you too," She responded
"Hi."
"What do you have tomorrow?"
"We have the same thing on a Monday you dufus," I said.
"Oh!" She laughed. "I forgot."
"So how are you? Ready for the big day?" She continued.
"Yup. Ready more than ever.... Excited actually," I replied, with a smile.
"Hmmm... doesn't sound like Elena. But oh well, its good to hear that," she said.
Hearing her say this brightened my smile. Little did she know about my transformation. Got something coming for yall.
"You're right. This is not Elena speaking. This is Sparrow. And with that, I ended the call.
Feeling some strange boost of confidence and badass vybe, I smirked, threw the phone on the bed, and turned on my radio to Fire 105. To my ultimate satisfaction, the line of a song of my favourite artiste was playing- "I'm the bad guy.... duh."
I danced around my room, flaring my arms and singing to the song, feeding the energy rush I felt. With this positive energy, I cleaned my favourite black leather ankle boots and gathered my books.
After this, with the radio still playing at a high volume, I went outside to my verandah and leaned on my balcony, grinning and laughing. Darn, this felt good. I screamed and belted out the lyrics of the songs which were playing, dancing, but carefully, so I don't fall to my demise.
Pausing for a moment, and just listening to the song, I made a firm decision that nothing would stop me from having a good year. Absolutely nothing.
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Random"I needed a name. A name which identified with me personally. A name which described and symbolised me like all the high classed important people I know. Like those superheroes we hear about."
