unholy deception

Encounter

"Elsaaa"
Urghhhh, I heard my mom's voice calling someone's name and in the process almost damaging my ear drums. Damn, no peace in this house, I just wanna sleep. "Elsaaa" my mother's voice called again this time more angry, who the fuck is this Elsa bitch.
..OMG!!
I'm Elsa. Kill me, no seriously, someone should kill me before she does.
I throw my blanket off me, the cold air making my body air stand erect. putting my feet on my room carpet as I stood up feeling so weak. "Mum I'm coming" I yelled while yarning and making my way to my room door. Damn I could do two things at once, see I'm not that lazy.

Reaching the ground floor, I started smelling grilled chicken and some home made juice. Yes, I'm definitely awake by now.
I got to the kitchen picking an apple from the counter  to play with it rather than eating it. "Morning momma" I said to my mom deliberately getting close to her to get her angry about my morning breath. That's for her waking me up so early in the morning, like come on, this is just eight in the morning and did I mention to you that we are on holi right now that means more sleep. "Go wash your mouth. it stink" my mom said while making a disgusted face. ha, see, I told you so. Ignoring her I asked a more important question, at least it was important to me, " why are you grilling chicken in the morning, you don't grill chicken in the morning, mom?" I said, raising one eyebrow up. "Elsa, you seriously need to wash your mouth" my mom  replied. Oh please it's not ifeven smelling but of course, typical her. I was about leaving. heading back to my room since she called me for no particular reason almost killing me with the volume of her voice at eight in the morning when she spoke up, "some of your brother's friends are coming over, I wanna make some few dishes for them before I go to work" she said and I nod but not turning back. We don't normally have friends coming over because of my parents and I liked it that way cause I am a little, tiny, bit on the introvert side... okay that's a lie I am an introvert but a crazy bitch to my close friends, sometimes I don't understand myself.

Getting to my room, I locked the door behind me because in this humble home if mine, I  have alot of  privacy. Please note the sarcasm.

I pulled up my pink, baggy shirt letting my wavy brown hair flow down to my back, then I reached for my black shorts pulling them down too, leaving only my Mickey mouse undies on my skin. Doing my normal morning stretch I went to the shower discharging my clothes in my dirty clothes hamper and washing my undies before turning on the shower.

It feels so fucking good having the cold water run down my back more precisely my spine, yes I love bathing with cold water. it actually depends on my mood, sometimes warm sometimes cold.
I signed letting my worries go away for a while as I shampoo my hair and run my fingers into it. I love the vanilla scent mixed with cucumber. Then I started working on my body

Two hours later I came out feeling refreshed and don't judge me, I used part of that two hours shaving my leg hair.
Opening my wardrobe, scanning through my clothes and trying to decide what was more comfortable to wear... wait, my mom said my brother's friends are coming, that means boys are coming over, oh my fucking gush! I don't give a fuck. Yh, I really don't  care
I love my baggy shirts with joggers,  jeans or ifeven a fucking track pant. again, depends on my mood.

Picking up a royal blue hoody and a sport bra pairing it up with my favorite washed blue, baggy jeans. I placed them on my bed imaging how comfortable they would be and how it would look...hmmm, seems okay. I decided to go with that and I put on my fluffy cream slippers since I'm staying home today and headed downstairs to get breakfast.

My dad entered the kitchen and like usual I got irritated and my neck air stood up aware of his presence. I quickly picked up my plate planning on heading to my room. That shouldn't be a problem since my brother is upstairs too, when my mom  spoke up "won't you greet your father"
She is already use to this by now and of course, me too but that doesn't change the fact that I want to be far, fucking far away from the excuse of a man who calls himself my father.
I turned back slowly looking him square in the eyes, not that I want to but I like daring him, both of them, "morning" I said in a voice audible enough for both of them to hear just so I won't repeat myself. Turning back to the stair with the scowl still on my face, my blood already boiling. I headed back to my room. Now must normal kids with normal parents might call me rude or wonder why I feel that way towards the man that birthed me well...I seriously don't feel like going into details now it irritates me and that's the last thing I want right now.

I threw my body on my bed causing a thud sound and sighed...well I have being doing alot of that today. I picked up my phone and saw some messages from my classmates and more from my best friend but I decided to ignore them, only seeing my dad makes me want to isolate myself from the world. The only thing I can never abstain from at moments like these is music, so I picked up my ear plugs and started scrolling through my play list. I decided to play if the world was ending by jp saxe and Julie Michaels

I woke up and checked my phone

It was almost one in the afternoon, I fucking slept off. I mentally face palm myself when I started  hearing unfamiliar voices  and they were all male. Oh well, I don't plan on going downstairs now, especially not when they are around. I was about to read one of my greek friction novel...hmmm, my favorite but unfortunately for my poor soul, I heard my brother's voice calling me. What's wrong with people yelling my name today. I decided to ignore it but of course the annoying being kept on calling my name...oh Lord give me the grace not to rip out his fucking vocal cords when I see him. I sighed, again! Answering him this time, at least I would have to meet 'his friends' sooner or later why not make it now. I'm not the judging type but I'm pretty sure they are just like him, I mean common. Mom and her husband must be out by now... thank goodness for that.

Heading downstairs to the second parlor when I sighted five boys excluding noel, my brother, all looking at me except from one, what a rude bastard...like, helllooo! I know I'm not that pretty and all but still manners, remember?. He was looking at his phone instead so I couldn't see his face. Two of them were black...woo, that's nice. The first one was black and built he should be around 19 or 20 while the other black guy was cute with a little fat and tall, almost the same height as the first but he looks younger around 17, who knew my big headed brother befriended younger guys my age, hallelujah. The third one is white, he is the tallest and has a slim built body with black, long wavy hair reaching his shoulders and brown eyes. He has a polite smile on his face directed to me, oh really, so a friend of my bro can be polite, that's new. I would call him wavy, so cute. The fourth one had short brown hair with deep blue eyes also slim built but not as tall as the fourth and he had a darker shade of skin, I'll call him mystery blue, damn, I'm good!. While the fifth, the rude bastard was still staring at his phone but had a brown hair almost the colour of gold but a darker shade and also had a slim built body he was wearing a black hoodie with black jeans then a white canvas and his left wrist was filled with charmbalas also on a part of his neck not covered by his hoodie I sighted a silver necklace, I know, I know, I got the eyes of an eagle, I mentally smirked to my self. As if he was aware of being watched he slowly raised his head up and his eyes locked with my

Staring right at me are grey eyes, the must beautiful grey eyes I've ever seen, oh no, Elsa snap out of it. He examined me for a while, more like examined my face before looking back at his phone. Well talk about being mannerless, now this are the friends that ship with my brother or am I being to quick to judge. Oh no
I'm already thinking to much

Happy two weeks staying together.
I face palmed myself but physically this time.