The Guy Ten Feet Away

Chapter 6: Two Words, Six Letters: Oh Shit

Mornings. I hate it.

"Wake up or I'm dragging you out of bed." A voice came from the foot of my bed accompanied with the fresh smell of recently made coffee.

"Do it, drag me then." My words came out muffled as I covered my face with my pillow, not wanting to get out of the comfort of my bed early in the morning.

"You're going to be late if you don't wake up now." Dad said in the most intimidating voice he could make.

Yes, my fellow homo sapiens, Summer is over and school is starting.

Fuck life

Slightly groaning, I squint my eyes to adjust to the unwanted beam of the sun coming from the space between my opened balcony doors.

"This." I say, pointing at my face. "Is having it's beauty sleep, it needs it so bad."

"You have five seconds to get up, Viana." He said, grabbing the end of my blanket and removing it out of my body. My body shivered from the sudden cold as the wind from my now opened balcony doors made its way in my medium sized room.

"Good. Five more seconds of sleep." I replied sleepily, curling up in a ball to make myself feel warmer.

"You gotta create a good impression, look presentable." He responded, glaring at me as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Screw that. I don't care." I argued.

Waking all the way from the end to the left side of my bed, a groan came out from him as he said, "Oh come on. Just get up, school would be fun."

"And by fun, you mean unbelievably the most boring 6 hours in life then, yay! Fun!" I muttered drily. Sitting up straight in front of him with my usual resting bitch face.

He glared murderously at me, shaking his head from my overdramatic personality. "All you need to do is get in the shower, wear your clothes, eat your breakfast then drive to school. It's not that complicated." He says.

Snorting loudly, I responded, "You're like that daily planner I would find in the clearance section."

"Get up."

"Geez, grandma must've forgotten to read you a bedtime story for you to be this cranky in the morning. Grab a Snicker." I muttered under my breath, my feet touching the ground.

"I guess that makes two of us." He smirked, seemingly impressed by his statement. "And also, don't make fun of my mother like that."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I stare at my father for a few seconds. Cocking one eyebrow, I corrected, "I'm not making fun of her." I pointed my index finger directly at him, poking his chest lightly. "I'm making fun of you."

"Either way, just be nice. You're like a demon spawn." He shuddered for a second.

"I am nice." I once again scowled the same statement in just a timespan of just a week.

Cocking an eyebrow, the wrinkles on his forehead giving legitimate proof that he doesn't believe me at all. "Sure, just don't scare off any kids once you leave this house." He said, adding a lot more sarcasm on the first word.

"For all I know, I would be the one getting scared of them. Those are the real demon spawns, I'm telling you. I'm just their sidekick." I replied, shuddering as well.

"They're just little kids. Kids are younger than you." He says.

"Yeah, I know that dad. I didn't have a concussion and suddenly became dumber than a kindergarten." I replied boredly.

"And also, I'm younger than you and you're still scared of me. Kinda sad, actually."

"Who wouldn't? I don't have an idea how to deal with female emotions and everyday mood swings." He argued, bringing his hands up in defeat.