all. Better yet, I’ll set you up.”
Her eyes lit with excitement as she waited for my acknowledgment. Couldn’t
she find another hobby?
“ No!
I’m not interested in being set up!” I hissed with a
little bit of warning.
“ Well,
bring your own date then,” she snapped, as she sprinted back to
the west dining room. Becca had made it her mission to set me up
every chance she gets. But then
again, she wasn‘t the only one who has tried. But I really
didn’t want anybody. It wasn’t like I couldn’t find
dates, I just didn’t want to date. Period. Is that so hard to
understand? After I broke up with Cash, I never really felt that I
wanted to be with anybody else. I was really fine with that.
M y
alarm went off and I pushed the snooze button. I was glad
to wake up with no nightmares. Most people dread waking up in the
morning. I was the opposite of that. My nightmares were so vivid that
I dread sleeping almost every night…and waking up was almost
always—a relief.
I
took a quick shower, tossing my hair to my usual upside down routine,
blow drying while using my large rounded brush. It took a good solid
ten minutes to dry the ends and create a little volume in my usually
flat hair.
After
I was done prepping my do, I snagged my skinny jeans from the bottom
of the pile in my closet and my pink top. I brushed a hint of blush
on my cheeks and clawed my hair up with a clip. I headed downstairs
to get something to eat. Today is an oatmeal day. I didn’t
particularly like oatmeal, but like most people, I knew it was good
for me.
I
microwaved the oatmeal, added milk and honey, sliced an apple and a
banana and mixed it all in my power breakfast. I sprinkled pecans and
granola pieces. I ate slowly chewing the graininess of the oats, the
crunch of the apples, walnuts and the granola pieces. It was
satisfying; I felt full—almost ready to tackle the day. I
washed the spoon, bowl and placed them on the rack by the sink.
School always made me more hungry than usual. I had friends that said
they liked school. I wasn‘t one of those lucky people. School
made everything longer than necessary, but nonetheless, I knew it was
important.
I
raked through the stacks of envelopes that was lying on the counter.
I found nothing that needed my immediate attention so I turned to
look at some of the magazines and flipped through them. Then, decided
to leave sooner, as soon as I realized it started sprinkling.
A
drizzle hit me as I came out of my car, and like always, I was
annoyed by the misty wet that always made my hair frizz like a cotton
ball. Rushing to get inside, I almost slipped, but strong hands
caught me before I completely landed on my bottom. “Careful
there.” A guy wearing a long tee with hypnotic eyes had saved
me from total embarrassment and possibly an injury. “Thanks,”
I mumbled. He stared longer as I continually walked inside the
building. Strangely enough, I felt a little bothered by the way he
stared at me. I don’t remember ever seeing him before. Strange
that he was the second new student I’ve seen, especially this
late in the year. The day was fast. I remembered lab and the grueling
sprint I had to do in P.E., then the bell rang and I was driving
back.
When
I got home, Steve had a box of pizza left out. He was watching his
usual sports channel in his favorite, beige lazy boy. He was drinking
his usual brand of beer. I couldn’t help but think how content
my dad was despite the fact that he knew many people that are of
above means. He really enjoyed the simple things in life. He loved
the indoors as much as he loved being a forest ranger. I was glad
that he always found something that made him happy enough to overcome
the loss.
Steve
stood at six feet tall. He had hazel eyes that flaunted his stunning
blue eyes when he wore the color. He had eyebrows that could use some
trimming, a rather prominent facial bone structure that gave him an
angular face, a bit of stubble that usually got trimmed down
Her eyes lit with excitement as she waited for my acknowledgment. Couldn’t
she find another hobby?
“ No!
I’m not interested in being set up!” I hissed with a
little bit of warning.
“ Well,
bring your own date then,” she snapped, as she sprinted back to
the west dining room. Becca had made it her mission to set me up
every chance she gets. But then
again, she wasn‘t the only one who has tried. But I really
didn’t want anybody. It wasn’t like I couldn’t find
dates, I just didn’t want to date. Period. Is that so hard to
understand? After I broke up with Cash, I never really felt that I
wanted to be with anybody else. I was really fine with that.
M y
alarm went off and I pushed the snooze button. I was glad
to wake up with no nightmares. Most people dread waking up in the
morning. I was the opposite of that. My nightmares were so vivid that
I dread sleeping almost every night…and waking up was almost
always—a relief.
I
took a quick shower, tossing my hair to my usual upside down routine,
blow drying while using my large rounded brush. It took a good solid
ten minutes to dry the ends and create a little volume in my usually
flat hair.
After
I was done prepping my do, I snagged my skinny jeans from the bottom
of the pile in my closet and my pink top. I brushed a hint of blush
on my cheeks and clawed my hair up with a clip. I headed downstairs
to get something to eat. Today is an oatmeal day. I didn’t
particularly like oatmeal, but like most people, I knew it was good
for me.
I
microwaved the oatmeal, added milk and honey, sliced an apple and a
banana and mixed it all in my power breakfast. I sprinkled pecans and
granola pieces. I ate slowly chewing the graininess of the oats, the
crunch of the apples, walnuts and the granola pieces. It was
satisfying; I felt full—almost ready to tackle the day. I
washed the spoon, bowl and placed them on the rack by the sink.
School always made me more hungry than usual. I had friends that said
they liked school. I wasn‘t one of those lucky people. School
made everything longer than necessary, but nonetheless, I knew it was
important.
I
raked through the stacks of envelopes that was lying on the counter.
I found nothing that needed my immediate attention so I turned to
look at some of the magazines and flipped through them. Then, decided
to leave sooner, as soon as I realized it started sprinkling.
A
drizzle hit me as I came out of my car, and like always, I was
annoyed by the misty wet that always made my hair frizz like a cotton
ball. Rushing to get inside, I almost slipped, but strong hands
caught me before I completely landed on my bottom. “Careful
there.” A guy wearing a long tee with hypnotic eyes had saved
me from total embarrassment and possibly an injury. “Thanks,”
I mumbled. He stared longer as I continually walked inside the
building. Strangely enough, I felt a little bothered by the way he
stared at me. I don’t remember ever seeing him before. Strange
that he was the second new student I’ve seen, especially this
late in the year. The day was fast. I remembered lab and the grueling
sprint I had to do in P.E., then the bell rang and I was driving
back.
When
I got home, Steve had a box of pizza left out. He was watching his
usual sports channel in his favorite, beige lazy boy. He was drinking
his usual brand of beer. I couldn’t help but think how content
my dad was despite the fact that he knew many people that are of
above means. He really enjoyed the simple things in life. He loved
the indoors as much as he loved being a forest ranger. I was glad
that he always found something that made him happy enough to overcome
the loss.
Steve
stood at six feet tall. He had hazel eyes that flaunted his stunning
blue eyes when he wore the color. He had eyebrows that could use some
trimming, a rather prominent facial bone structure that gave him an
angular face, a bit of stubble that usually got trimmed down
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