Rollercoaster

Mornings always suck.

Don't tell me it's morning. Please don't tell me it's morning. Please! I covered my head with the blanket and tried to fall asleep again. But the fucking noise downstairs couldn't let me even think. Oh god, why is this happening!?

I groaned in frustration and jumped out of my warm, soft, perfect bed. My sight was caught by the huge mirror on the right. That mirror wasn't bringing up my self-esteem. I mean, who would be pleased to see tangled hair literally everywhere around their head. I didn't even understand how that's possible. There was mascara all over my eyes and let's not even think about the eyeliner. Taking off the make up before bed is a good thing, I should try it sometime. Though my hair was supposed to be naturally straight, I guess it was living its own life, having parties in my sleep. I started brushing through it, but as soon as that awful noise started again, I gave up. It was pretty loud since my room was on the third floor of my aunt's house and I was sure it came somewhere around the living room on the first one.

I put on my slippers and climbed down to see what's going on. As I stepped down in the hallway, two young men pushed me off my way.

"Hey, girl, be careful! Big repairs are happening in here."

Repairs? I didn't think something was broken in the first place, but, oh well, it was too early for me to think.

"Um, hey, is my aunt... I mean, is Miss Jackson anywhere near here?" I smiled lightly at them looking around and trying to proceed what was going on.

"Oh, yeah, Miss Jackson is in the living room, I think." Said one of the men and pointed in the direction of where it was. As if I was completely lost. I had been living here for like seven years now. Seriously, did I look that dumb?!

I entered the living room only to see a fifty aged woman, who would deny to be no more than thirty-two, admiring her new manicure, as men with weird white working outfits walked around with paint brushes and other instruments. She turned her head and looked over to me as she grinned.

"Oh, good morning, darling," she said in a high-pitched voice. "How did you sleep?", she turned her gaze back to her nails. She surely cared more for the manicure than for my answer.

"Um, what's going on?" I skipped to my question. I hated it when she was acting all kind and considerate, when I was perfectly aware she didn't give a fuck.

"Oo, somebody is grumpy in the morning," she continued with that annoying voice. God, help me, please! "Well, I'm having a sauna and a jacuzzi put in today!" She clapped in excitement.

"Why would you do that?" I asked as two men entered the room carrying some sort of a device.

Liza looked me like I was brainless, "Why wouldn't I?" and she laughed, amused by my perplexity.

I just stood there, overwhelmed, both by her and my parents. Her, being this ungrateful and materialistic, and them, letting her do whatever she wants with their money as soon as she was supposedly taking care of me. I didn't want to continue this conversation, I didn't want to see her again and I definately didn't want to stay here. I needed to go out.

"I'm going to Ken's in a minute." I turned around and headed out the room.

"Sure, but if I were you, I'd first take a shower, you look scary, sweetie," I had wanted to strangle her so many times and I never did. I believe, I should be given an award for that.

On the way to the stairs I went through the kitchen. It was a huge one, although nobody actually cooked there. My aunt was always out and I couldn't be bothered to cook something more than mac'n'cheese. This whole situation resulted in me, owning a big stash of junk food, mainly consisting peanut butter, ice cream and Oreos. I took a packet of biscuits and some milk and headed to my room, not paying more attention to the noise.