I slowly open my eyes, wondering if I'll ever fall asleep. I've been lying here all night, trying to force myself into slumber. I glance at the clock. It says 5:30 AM. I guess I won't be able to rest.
Another sleepless night. Yay.
It's not as if I'm not tired. I am plenty tired. In between my flute lessons, homework, studying, cheer practices, and football games, I'm exhausted. And yet, I still can't fall asleep at night sometimes. I have no idea why, but it's coming to be a problem.
Anyway.
With a groan, I push myself out of the bed. Out of the warm, fuzzy blankets into the cold, harsh world. Must dress quickly. Must not freeze to death. I rapidly shed the PJ shorts and tanktop I was wearing, and hunt for something suitable to wear for school. Let's see... dark jeans. Yes. Back to the Future t-shirt. Double yes. As I throw everything on, I glance at the mirror. Wow. Not sleeping is good for my hair. I suppose that because I didn't move much last night, my hair decided that it would be good today.
Makeup, makeup... I think that I have time for everything today. I start the process. Eyeliner. Eyeshadow. Mascara. Blush. I step back and check my face for any obvious imperfections. My skin is pretty clear right now, so I didn't bother with foundation. Saved me time. Awesome.
I grab my backpack and my flute, and head out.
Now, when I say out, I don't mean out. My house is a duplex, kind of. It has two main floors. The bottom is the one that I stay in. It has a kitchen, three small bedrooms, and a bathroom. Then, the top floor is yet another kitchen, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. This is where my parents and brother stay. Pretty cool, right? I get a whole floor to myself However, to get to either one of the floors, you must go outside. They aren't connected from the inside. Which sucks when it's cold. Which is always. And my parents make me stay upstairs as much as possible, so it's not like I can live on the bottom floor by myself all the time.
I go upstairs, and head straight for the kitchen. Awww, Mom is up already. She even got my yogurt and granola out. How sweet. I hear snores coming from their bedroom. My father is still alseep. Good, I don't have to deal with him this morning. I quickly look at the clock. 6:35. Cool, I have time. I eat my yogurt as I watch my older brother, Emmett, practically sleepwalk out of his room.
"Dude, you have less than 20 minutes to get ready. Get your butt moving." He groans at that, and I laugh. Our school starts at 7:26 AM on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays, because our school administrators love to torture people, especially teachers and students. We leave at 6:55 on those mornings because we have a carpool. It's kind of lame, because I don't really like the guy that comes with us, but it makes sense. And it's easier on his parents.
Emmett has just started eating his bagel when I finish brushing my teeth. I roll my eyes. I love him to pieces, but he really needs to get his shit together. I mean, he's a senior. It's September, school just started, but he's still in summer mode. He still sleeps in. He hasn't even thought about colleges yet. I'm pretty sure that I'm more worried about his future than he is.
I'm waiting at the door at 6:54. If he's not here in 30 seconds, I swear...
"I'm here! I'm here! He comes barreling through the halls, making me laugh. Emmett is a pretty big guy. He's actually a really big guy. 6'3" and still growing. And he did/does do martial arts. With the working out he's been doing lately, he's pretty... well, big. However, he's not very well adjusted to his size. He still thinks that he's a lot smaller than he actually is.
Eric is outside, waiting for us. He's our carpool. We jump into Emmett's car, and we drive to school.
It's still dark out. Damn.