Feathery Heart: Chapter 1
Waking up is one of the worst things I have to do in my crappy life. Especially when I have a stinky boyfriend breathing down my neck and smelling like beer and smoke. Turning around in the opaque sheets, I look straight into the pale sleeping face of Sam. His mouth is open and snores that sound like a pig are escaping his mouth. His shaggy hazel hair is a disarray sticking in spikes all over the place. I don't even know how I came to like his air. Suddenly, he stutters and turns over onto his back and mumbles, "No, no, no. I want you with me tonight, baby."
I roll my eyes at this little comment. Then I sit up and stretch my limbs out. Throwing off the sheets, I stand up and examine myself in the mirror. My hair looks like a tumble weed of knots and curls. My cheeks are a flushed pink and my pajamas are all wrinkly. My orange cami is rolled up to about mid- stomach and my short shorts are wrinkly on the sides and at the hem. Glaring, at my reflection I head to the bathroom at the opposite end of the hallway. Being quiet so as not to wake the sleeping Sam; I open the blue bathroom door and step inside. After making sure it was locked just incase, I head over to the shower and turn on the water to start a bath. Turning the silver knob, warm water flows out. Turning to the granite vanity I grab my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. After what seemed like forever I slipped into the tub and closed my eyes to rest for a moment. For what seemed like hours I thought about what it would be like to go to college.
I was now eighteen and after this last month of summer, I would be heading off on a plane to Italy. I will be attending the University of Guan am. Weird name isn't it. Pulling away from my thoughts, I here a loud thus on the bathroom door. Oh great. Sam was up and yelling through the door, "Max! Open the door now! I have to get ready for Jenna's party. Now get out!" You see Jenna is Sam's "friend". However, I've seen them kiss a few times, but oh well. Anyways, I just ignore him and go on relaxing until he says something that utterly pisses me off.
Yelling he says, "Maximum Ride! Get your arse out of MY bathroom now! I need to get ready to go see Jenna! And you have to do what I say now get the ***** out!" Oh now he's done it. No one on earth tells me what to do. I hope that boy has life insurance. (Lol. Did you get the joke I just made? Hahahahahaha. Did you? Oh never mind. Back to the story.)
Standing up and draining the water, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body wincing at the soreness on my back.