The Chosen

As I wake up to the bright sun shining on my eyes, I squinted trying to locate the water bottle I tend to keep next of my bed. As I finally am able to adjust my eyes to the early morning sunshine, I pick up the bottle and drink the remaining of my water. I get out my bed stretching away my sleepiness and stand in front of my mirror that hangs off my bathroom door. As I stare at my long legs that go to my semi flat stomach, as i haven't truly worked out in years. I make my way up to my bright blue eyes, my more than pink lips and my messy blonde hair that goes to my butt. I start to wipe under my eyes getting the remaining make up off from the night prior and braid my hair back into a french braid. I look to my left and see my calendar and realized that i had forgotten my own birthday. I am not 24 years old. This years has been crazy as, i am still trying to handle my moms death.

I remember that my close friends, Sarah, Jess and Kate is forcing me to go out with them tonight to the bars. The thought of going is already making me annoyed, but i know i can't say no to them again. Since my mom died that all have worried about me. I am as fine as expect being alone in the world, as my mom was my last living family. The day went by fast as i went to get my favorite coffee and came back home to just relax at home watching my favorite show "Criminal Minds." Before i know it was 7 PM and i had to begin getting ready as my friends will be here to pick me up at 8 PM.