The Summer Warmth

One~

The Charity House

Chapter 1

It's a beautiful day.

Fluttering my eyes open, merging with the surrounding colors, I sense the yellow-orange light of the sun penetrating through my glass window making the outside look more cheerful than any other day.  Laying on my bed with my sheets covering me from each end, not making it easy for me to get up and do my usuals. All while rubbing my moist eyes and looking for my clock on my bedside, I let out a satisfied sigh to notice the extra half an hour till my alarm goes off, giving me extra time to sleep.

After a long past tiring week I suffered from going to school and submitting all my pending assignments which I literally rubbed my ass on, the intrusion of Summer Vacation in my life this year hits different. I have always loved summer, the rise of the sun every day, the warmth it feels on one's skin, the hot soft breeze hitting one's face, and the evident fact of eating different types of Ice-Creams in every parlor that my tastes buds are dying to lay their tip on is something I would never miss. No words can describe how much I cannot wait for the upcoming summer weeks that absolutely will be more eventful than others in past. I just hope.

It indeed is a beautiful day!

 This sudden invasion of this lying fact clearly made me believe the opposite mechanism of my brain this morning. The rare production of goodness around me isn't normal at all. At least for me. Don't take me wrong, I am not a pessimist rather a big sanguine and appreciator, but over the course of I have come in terms with this theory that whenever something out of the blue happens or rather scratch it to good happens, like, me waking up happily or something extra cherry happening with me, I wait for the next action to vanish it thoroughly by throwing something bad on my way. 

The particular phase sets differently right with me. When life gives you lemons squeeze it in the hater's eyes. No, for me, life pointedly throws a lemon at my face and then fate squeezes the shit out of it in my eyes.

I just think that Happiness comes with a price tag. It's like buying evenly precious from a particular with obvious feedback of either returning them back or be indebted to that person till the time of your existence on this planet doesn't die!

And just like I thought, happiness doesn't last long,

Reality Check. Here comes the one and only, the person who can annoy the shit out of me and walk by alive from it.

Ivy.

My best friend, my non-biological sister, any word that describes her presence in my world would be an understatement. Even if she is the most annoying person on this planet, I love her a little less than my cheesecake either way and that means a lot.

"Get the hell out of that bed before you find yourself feeling sorry for your ass that just paid a goddamn morning to the floor!" she shouts loudly enough for the neighbour's crow to fly off and hit the electricity pole.