Brrrp Brrrp!!
My alarm clock sounded for 7:30am. I rolled over and tried to find the off switch without opening my eyes, because I knew the first thing I would lay my eyes on is the calender by my bed and the day today, Monday. I didn't want that fact to be correct. I knew as soon as the ringing stopped that I had found the off switch or the snooze switch.
Why did the alarm clock have to go off now when I was having an amazing dream about that guy at school, Johnny Roberts? With the smooth, golden hair and the deep, brown eyes.....
"Wake up now! Katherine Lousie Korten, and don't make me say it again!" Mother yelled.
Wait, hang on, if my alarm clock just went off then why would mum be yelling at me to get up?
"I'm up, I'm up," I replied, still laying in my bed.
I looked at the calender beside me to have me fears amended. It was most definitely Monday, the worst day ever. I turned to look at the clock on my bedside table, it was 8:30am.
Wait, 8:30am! Didn't my alarm go of at 7:30am?
Oh no!, I thought, I must have gone back to sleep again, thinking about Johnny Roberts, after the alarm went off. That's why mum was yelling at me to get up and if I didn't hurry up I was going to be late for the bus that arrived at 9:00!
"Grr, I hate Mondays," I muttered as I rolled over.
I got up out of my nice, warm bed and stretched as I walked over to the window. I looked out at all of the houses down our street then up into the morning sky. The sky was a bright blue; it looked like it was going to be a nice day. As I turned away from the window I walked towards my dressing table, as I did every morning. I started looking for a very special piece of jewellery, my grandmother's ring, which I always wore. The ring had a golden exterior, which had to be 5 carat gold, with a small ruby in the middle. My grandmother died last year and that ring was the only thing I had to remember her and the memories. I remember the day I got the ring very clearly. My Grandmother told me the ring was passed down from woman to woman in the family, it has happened for centuries. Seeing that I was the next woman in the family on my father's side, my grandmother thought it was time to pass it over to me. She told me there were special powers hidden inside the ring that were centuries old. But I didn't believe her, my grandmother was beyond mad when she gave me the ring anyway. Eventually I found it on my bedside table, by the clock. I would have to be careful with this ring, the last thing I want to do is lose it.
I walked over to my wardrobe to grab my blue school dress, tights and black shoes; I'm positive that my school had the plainest uniform anyone has ever seen. Once I was dressed, I put my long, blonde hair up in an elastic and ribbon; all the women on my dad's side of the family had blonde hair, and I proceeded towards the door. I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, past my parents' room, and came to a stop out the front of my brother, Tyson's, room. He was listening to loud music again- 50 Cent or something like that; you could hear the 'thump, thump, thump' of the music all through the house! Tyson was going through a difficult stage (that's what mum always said anyway), but I knew he was just plain weird. I continued down the hall and walked inside of the bathroom. I looked around the room, it looked same as it always did- a mess. The upstairs bathroom was for the kids because my parents had an un-suite. Tyson never wanted to clean the bathroom, which meant I had to always do his share of the work too. I usually kept up with the cleaning in the house, but I've been putting it off for the last few weeks; the bathroom was proof of that.
I looked up into the mirror at the pale face with blue eyes that was staring back at me. The Korten family was known for their pale white skin, and I was no exception. But the blonde hair made me look so much paler and fragile. Everyone who knew my family always said "Katherine, Darling, You look so much like your grandmother!"
I hated people who said that to me, I took it as an insult. How would you feel if someone said you looked like your wrinkly, old grandmother!
As soon as I had brushed my teeth, I headed down stairs towards the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs got stronger the further I got down the stairs. Yum, I loved bacon and eggs! Mum knew I hated Mondays' so she always cooked my favourite breakfast for me to cheer me up. I don't know what it is about Monday's but they are just horrible.
"Morning Mum, Morning Dad!" I said, as I sat down by the bench waiting for my delicious breakfast.
"Morning Darling, would you like some bacon and eggs?" Mum yelled, over the top of the noisy traffic outside.
Well of course I want bacon and eggs, I thought, why else would I be sitting in the kitchen for?
"Yes please!" I replied eagerly.
Mum sat down a huge plate of bacon and eggs in front of me just as Tyson walked through the door.
"Morning Tyson, do you want any bacon and eggs?" Mum asked.
There was no reply; Tyson had been like this a lot lately. He had also been dressing weird too. He had been wearing huge jumpers with hoods over his school uniform and wearing lots of weird jewellery with money symbols all over them. This is what he called the gangster look.
"Yo' Tyson, You want any sizzlin' bacon and eggs?" Mum asked again.
Talking like this was the only way to get Tyson's attention.
"Fo' shizzel', Mum," he replied.
I'm seriously not related to him, I thought. Maybe they mixed up babies at the hospital and I was meant to have a caring brother who did actually act normal every now and again.
As I was eating my bacon and eggs, I looked over to dad who was reading the newspaper. He smiled up at me then looked down at his watch on his wrist. Dad was a real estate agent, and a good one at that. He has helped sell so many houses I can't keep count. He made a fair bit of money each year but for some strange reason we never seemed to have enough money at all. Even mum working at the local kindergarten didn't seem to give us much money. I wonder where all the money goes, I thought, Tyson probably steals it. Dad, who had suddenly jumped up, interrupted my thoughts.
"Kids, you better hurry up if you don't wanna miss the bus," he said quickly.
I looked on the wall opposite me to take a peek at the clock. Wow, it was 9:00. Oh no, I was going to miss the bus for sure. Usually I can hear the bus rock up at the front of my house but I was so deep in thought this morning, I didn't hear anything. I grabbed my lunch and my school bag and shot out the door like a missile, without saying goodbye to my parents.