Typical Morning -
Morning rays of sunshine slither down my quilt, reaching my fingers, slowly continuing to climb its way up my neck, touching my nose, spreading over my cheeks, until finally brushing against the eyes I’m reluctant to fully open. Resting warmly in my lap is a computer, its screen gone black. “Nooo,” I coo, reaching over to press the power button; the red battery light flashes, like I knew it would but needed to do so anyway.
In the end, all my determined efforts trying to solve the bloody mystery have been wasted.
“Stayed up all night playing Escape games, huh?” Peyton, my older sister, says without lifting her eyes. She sits across our room in front of the TV with both mine and her papers scattered across the floor.
"Did your boyfriend instead of your homework, huh?”
She scowls at my retort. “What an *** you are in the morning; I’m teasing you.”
"Save that for your boyfriend."
My sister tilts her head back to rest it on the couch cushion. While battling the options of whether to strangle or let me go, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, I kick off the blankets and scamper across the room for my laptop charger. Maybe I can squeeze in a couple easy flash games before I have to go. The clock reads six-thirty-five and the bus comes at seven. I can enjoy myself bit, I think as I contently plop back on my ruffled bed spread.
I combine showering and brushing teeth: five minutes. Then it’s out to lotion up and stick on some clothes, having laid them out the night before while waiting for a game to finish loading: five minutes. Next was to gather my homework from the floor, forget Peyton’s she can get hers herself, and hopefully stuff it in the right folder: five minutes. Lastly, I run into the kitchen and pour my bowl of oatmeal into a Ziploc baggy, throwing in a plastic spoon; and I was placing a bottle of apple juice in my bag just as the bus honked.
This is how my days usually start off. I stay after when school ends to finish homework and then go home to play video games. If necessary I’ll study in my time away from them, like to use the bathroom or get a snack. Afterward, I spend the rest of the evening, night, and parts of the early morning online doing whatever.
Peyton always questions my sanity, wondering how I’m able to function enough to embarrass her at school. Yeah, Miss Popular is related to the Loner. However, I don’t mind. I think I’d choose throwing a tantrum over a dead controller battery than worry about he said she said gossip. I don’t ever want to come home crying like she has because one of her best friends stabbed her in the back. Or threaten to commit suicide over the one person who doesn’t like me. Attachments and feelings like that are too strong. Playing it out on a game or experiencing it through a book is much better because in the end none of its real anyway.
Slow beginning, right? I'm sorry. I just recently began writing this story, more specifically: Friday evening. I've posted this bit on three different sites and there's one review on each of them D: I'm having no luck. I plan on posting more in the future, once I have the plot fully figured out. And it gets better(:, the plot anyway. It's just to you guys whether the writing gets better or not. xD Just kidding, but I'd really like some constructive reviews please. Thank you<3
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