Emotionless

Chapter 1

My eyes blinked open. The morning sunshine laced its way through my blinds, brightening my room with the most mysterious glow. I often wondered how it was so ambitious enough to find its way through those blinds every morning.

'Where them girls at...whooooo..where them-'. The alarm sounded, loudly! Dang! I meant to turn that down yesterday. A quiet moan sounded from me as I stood up. My fingers fished around for the button and when they finally found it, silence fell over the room. I moved out, stumbling over books piled up from yesterdays exciting read and laughed quietly to myself. It seemed that was mostly what I did now a days.

I didn't have a load of friends..only a few, but they were well worth having! Of course I was not one of those snotting, rude, and boisterous popular girls. And I was glad about it, too. I could think of nothing worse than having only a few true friends and a bunch of false ones just because you can be that way.

As I stepped into my bathroom, the first thing that dawned on me was to make sure I looked decent enough. So, I did. I turned toward the mirror, plastered my biggest smile on my face..and stared. Yup, I looked fine. I moved along, grabbing my toothbrush from its baby blue colored holder. That was my most favorite color. I though there was nothing less gentle, calming, or peaceful than that lovely shade of blue.

My room. It was colored that way too and only because I forced my Dad to agree with what I thought. Besides, it helped with my loneliness, too. It gave me something to think about, well other than reading.

I brushed. And spit. And rinsed. Then, brushed some more. Spit. Rinsed. It was the same routine and by now, I was sure I could do it in my sleep. Though I had never tried it before, and I never intended to; however, I had caught my brother doing it. As I put the toothbrush back to where I had it, I made my way out of the bathroom.

My bedroom was quiet, when I walked in...I was positive I heard not one sound. But, it didn't turn out that way! My brother hopped off my bed and shouted-as loud as humanly possible-, "Happy Birthday, C!" He handed me a gift that sized about as big as my face. It was wrapped in an annoying, vibrant shade of pink. Now, why was it that everyone thought that girls loved pink? As I told you before, my color is blue. Of course, though...it was my birthday and my brother still had to find a way to get me annoyed.

I turned the gift in my hands and smiled like I never even thought that pink was the worst color I have ever seen. "Thank you, Jason!" I replied enthusiastically, then listened to him as he encouraged me to open it. So, I dug my short nails into the wrapping paper, tearing it a part as though it were my worst nightmare and it might have possibly been, well, until I got to what was inside.

The blue was the first thing I noticed and like I said multiple times now, it was my favorite color. Was that what I think it was?? Yes! The Ipod I had been longing for since last month. I broke my last and it was tragic, really. I cried for a week straight because that was the only thing I had that connected me to the world.

"Jason! I love you!" I almost cried out and threw my arms around him, the Ipod tumbling off of my hand. Jason reached out, catching it with the speed I didn't think he had. He hugged me back, then pressed the device into my palm. "Don't loose it...I'll see you on the bus." He quickly concluded and made his way out my bedroom door with few strides.

I watched him leave without a word, then hugged the Ipod to my chest and closed my eyes, claiming this as my new favorite day.