Welcome to my boring life
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My alarm continuously rings in my ears. I groan and grab my phone to shut off the noise as soon as possible. I hate mornings. Like really hate them! Especially Monday mornings. Going back to my boring classes after the wonderful weekend I had seems like the most horrible punishment someone could give me. Seriously, who invented Mondays? I’d like to meet them too, you know, to sweetly smack their head and put some sense in it. I may be exaggerating but I am also not a morning person; the birds chirping as if it’s the happiest day on Earth, kids jumping up and down before their parents are even awake, or the sun stroking my face from the window: no. A big NO.
The only reason I wake up in the morning is to eat the yummy breakfast my mom makes. Oh, yeah, and because I want to have a job like a normal human being. Unfortunately, procrastinating does not pay.
“Emerald, are you up?” My mom calls, abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts.
My mom normally gets up super early to prepare the delicious breakfast I was talking about earlier for her and my dad, and my two half brothers.
“No mom! I’m not up.” I holler back sarcastically and stuff my head under my pillow. I live in a 2 story house with 13 rooms with my family; mom and dad, and my two half brothers Damion and Sean. Yes, I have half-brothers.
I don’t know much about the situation as they were both born years before me. They don’t know much about their mom either. Mom and Dad met when Damion was 2 and a half and Sean was 3. Mom took them in as her own and I know deep down that she treats them as a mom should.
My parents own a large jewelry store downtown, Damion is 20 and is at college studying business while Sean, 23, is an accountant. My brothers don’t live with us, but they come over almost every day for breakfast or dinner. Or both. Sometimes we don’t even see them at all but at times a phone call will suffice. My brothers are annoying.
I get up to roll out of bed, but my lazy body pulls me back down.
‘Just 5 more minutes.’ I tell myself. It doesn’t hurt to sleep in for 5 extra minutes, right?
“Emerald, you need to get up right now!” My mom yells, her patience sounding thin.
“Fine, fine.” I give in. I roll out of my extremely warm bed to start getting ready because I don’t want to get on my mother’s nerves any more than I already have. For crying out loud, it’s only 7 o’clock.
I undress and wrap a clean towel around my slim figure, and head to my adjoining bathroom. I get inside the shower, turn on the cold water and take a quick shower, using my favorite body that smells like strawberries.
I quickly rinse off, dry myself with a towel, and head back to my room. The smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee floats upstairs as I find something from my closet to wear. I cannot focus on finding something to wear because of thinking about all that food downstairs. I shake my head firmly and concentrate. My belly growls.
I decide to wear a green tank top that matches my eye color, lightly ripped jeans, and white sneakers. I dress and finish doing my makeup, adding a little bit more mascara than I usually wear. Hopefully, I won’t cry today.
I grab my school bag, my phone, and a watch the same shade as my blouse, and run downstairs. Down to the wonderful food!
‘Yes! FOOD’, my greedy brain yells.
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