My alarm started to blare in my ear jerking me awake from another nightmare filled night, I looked over at the clock groggily as the angry red numbers pulsed in my face. My body felt heavy with sleep as I dragged myself into a sitting up position, Lily was still asleep next to me her young face peacefully glowing. I leaned over kissing her forehead as I slung myself out of the bed my feet hitting the cold tile flooring, a shiver ran up my legs and I stood up. It was far to early but I had to get both Lily and Robert for school then get my happy self off to work at the book store. I went into the shower and started up the hot water the steam billowing from the shower head. I stripped off my loose fitting pajamas leaving them in a heap on the floor and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over my body filling my tightened muscles with relief, I scrubbed my hair harshly trying to hurry as I got out of the shower. I dried myself off and found myself some jeans and a soft cotton t-shirt, I raked my comb through my hair pulling hard at knotts. I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse. “ Lily… come on, it’s time for school,” I gently shook her awake watching her large coco brown eyes open. “ No… too early…” She whined rolling over and getting herself out of bed, “ Do you have to go to work today Anna?” I nodded a bit sadly, “ Sorry sweet. But, I’ve got to go.” She sighed and went over to the small walk in closet that we had converted into a bedroom for my little six year old brother. It tore at my heart everytime I watched them get ready for school, or when they get ready to go to bed at night that there is no possible way for... ... middle of paper ... ... wasn’t early to work because of it I thought it was worth spending the time with her. I painstakingly braid the crown around her head careful to make sure it wasn’t to tight that it would hurt her head but also made sure that it wasn’t falling out. Since Lily’s hair is already naturally curly I touched it up slightly with my curling iron before we decided to head out the door. We lived in the Macarthur Park area, the housing was cheap but the crime was terrible, I was always concerned letting them walk to school by themselves so I made sure that I walked them to school myself everyday. Finally we were all fed and ready to go, I slipped a hunting knife into my pocket before grabbing my satchel like purse my keys in hand. Lily had a firm hold of Jack’s hand as we stepped out in the grungy hallway and I locked our door tightly before taking a hold of Jack’s free hang.
I shut my door and ran into my closet picked out a green and black checked plaid shirt it had a grey hood on the back of it. I loved this shirt it was one of my many lazy hoodies as I called it. I put it on my bed, opened one of my dresser drawers, picked out another planet shirt this one was a little whimsical planet shirt. They were having a party and making fun of Uranus. I placed this on my bed too, I grabbed my black high tops out of the corner, and some old worn out jeans, and got dressed. After I was finished dressing, I grabbed my brush and went over to the mirror to brush out my messy brown shoulder length locks. It took me a good 20 min to get it all brushed out. After I was finished, I put the brush down smiled really big in the mirror, grabbed my backpack ran out my bedroom door and down the stairs.
Everyone had woken up. I hopped out of my bed and approached the pile of my neatly folded clothes on an ancient wooden chair and picked them up. I put on my filthy white washed top; pulled up my compacted jeans; reached out to my red pointed hat and greasy brown boots and strolled down the
The grass was wet and cold. I woke up and Mother was at her new job working for the Barclays Bank and I walked out of my room which was red walls with white carpet. I went down the stairs and walked outside and the grass was wet it had rained that night and I didn’t notice I must've slept through it. It was 10 degrees outside and it made the grass cold and wet. I enjoyed this very much. I laid down and watched the sunset fade away and I felt good laying in the grass. I eventually had to get up and Mother came home for lunch and I had a strawberry milkshake and two clementines. I noticed that Mother was not talking very much and then I saw tears form in her eyes.
She woke up at 6:00 am one morning to the sounds of loud banging on the door, but she was used to it as that was just her morning alarm. She got out of bed and changed into her baggy, worn-out red dress that didn’t fit her right anymore. She then made her bed, making sure to keep the crisp white sheets straight
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
“Agh but mom.” Alex grumbled, turned over in bed and slammed the pillow over his head.
“Since your sister moved out, aren’t you excited to have your own car without having to share?” This past year many friends and family have frequently asked me this question. I have not been able to fully answer it until now. Though she has been gone over a year, I often find myself walking into the empty room where my sister Fallon and I once spent countless nights lying on the small twin bed, watching movies, laughing and even crying. The room that was once beige and full of leopard and animal print is slowly being transformed into a light yellow. My little sister, Brittany, is trying to alter Fallon’s mess and chaos into her new room; it will take some getting used to. As it is, I still go into her room to borrow something only to see an empty closet looking back at me. Whether Fallon is at home or living somewhere else, she will always be the older sister that I look up to and want to emulate.
“Time for you to get up I think, little man” she replied as she walked over to the window.
On a bright Saturday morning that began just like any other, I bolted upright in my bed and grinned at the sunlight streaming through the half-closed blinds. I paused briefly to stretch and then leaped out of bed. After making a quick stop to brush my teeth, I sprinted down the stairs, barely managing to stick the landing at the bottom. Swinging around the banister like a rod on an axle (-simile), I slip into the kitchen on my socks and skidded to a stop next to my mom.
Cassandra groaned against her pillow, sleep continuing to evade her. Ironic that a part of her was desperately grateful that her body refused slumber. With sleep came dreams, with dreams...came him. A shiver ran along her spine and she recalled the dream she'd had in the bath house, the way he'd gently nudged her mind, her body. The worst part of it all,
I woke up at six in the morning, the sunlight peaked through the blinds in my room. I wanted to roll over and fall back to sleep after slapping my alarm off even though I wanted to get to the jail as soon as possible. I finally forced myself awake; as soon as my feet touched the cold tile I got goose bumps. I shuffled over to the thermostat to turn the heat on then walked into the bathroom. While brushing my teeth I
We finished looking at the house as they did not feel comfortable letting us look upstairs where the bedrooms were. The house I had grew up in that had not been my own no longer brought the warm feeling in my heart or the comfort it brought me. I no longer felt happiness being there unless I closed my
“Dammit!” she yelled and quickly scurried out of bed when she saw it was almost ten in the morning.
The vibrant sun was shining its warmth upon the green, wet grass. There were puddles of water everywhere due to the past night’s rainfall. I was thirteen years old, short, and chubby at the time, with strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes. I was wearing a denim skirt and a blue t-shirt, which had a cute little bow at the top. My mom, with her curly red hair, blue eyes, and a constant smile that always lit up a room, came into my bedroom, which was purple with butterfly lights. She asked, “Are you ready to go honey?”
I exited the shower shivering, the sizzling smell of mouthwatering eggs and bacon hit me. My stomach was growling to eat. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a plate and told my mom “Thank you” as I kissed her on the cheek. “You’re welcome baby” she replies as she poured me a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. I ate as fast as I could because I didn’t want to risk being late. I go in my room and put on my socks,