Love? - On Hold

Chapter | 3

Chapter| 3

"Astrid!" a voice called out.

"Astrid!"

The voice becoming louder as footsteps approach.

Knowing that it's mother coming to wake me up so I don't sleep in.

But I don't understand why. It's 5am, I still have and hour of sleep until I have to wake up and get ready for school.

But no.

My mother being the extremely controlling woman she is, not to mention her ridiculously high standards for me.

She always expects the best from me. She is the main reason I'm in advanced classes. Any other day I would gladly try my best.

But it's too early for this, I honestly couldn't care less.

Sometimes I just need a break.

I notice the door handle move, quickly ducking my head under the covers.

"Astrid" she called again. Forcefully opening my door, entering my room.

I kept still under the covers recreating subtle snores and heavy breathing hoping she would assume I'm still asleep.

"Astrid!" She yelled, irritation and frustration permeating her words, "Get your lazy ass out of bed and get ready for school."

I sigh.

Extremely bitchy this morning I see.

I should have known better. Even if I were asleep she would still have woken me regardless.

All I do is groan in response from underneath the covers.

"Now!" She yells. Warm covers stripped from my be bed. The cool air hits my warm skin. My body shocked, goosebumps appearing.

"Ahh!" I screech, my voice laced with sleep, coming out raspy.

Snatching my covers back, I hastily cover myself in the thick blanket to sustain the warmth from my body.

I look up and notice her giving me a death stare.

"Yes ma'am," I sigh in defeat. Realizing she holds all the power over me. Sometimes I wish I had the tongue and the courage to tell my mother she doesn't control my life.

But until that day comes she's in control.

I grab my bathrobe and my toiletries and head for the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I start up the shower. I begin stripping when I noticed my reflection in the mirror.

The events of Saturday present in my appearance.

I'm a mess.

As I leave the shower I make sure I wash off the events of this weekend. My hair is still a little sticky from the soda on Saturday and the fact l didn't wash it all of Sunday.

After blow drying I realize thereis no way I can save this mess, so I tie it in a messy bun to conceal the matted hair.

I wore my black jeans and plain white, long sleeved T-shirt with my black boots and cropped, colbot hoodie with 'Sarcastic, me? No' printed on the front.

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Ring...

The sound signaling the start of the day for some. Shutting of the prison gates for others.