Morning presented itself with a flourish, fat bars of sunlight creeping through the gaps in the dingy, once-white blankets substituting as curtains for apartment number three thirty two. The figure sat in the middle of the bed, knees tucked under its chin, arms curled over its head, as if to protect it from an invisible downpour. Tendrils of thick, blonde hair snake over bare arms, ending in vibrant purple tails that clash violently with her cadaverous pale skin. Rocking softly back and forth, the figure lifts its head, its soft facial features and full, pouty lips revealing it to be female. She glowered darkly at the opposing wall, cerulean eyes radiating malice.
'Good Morning, good morning, it's time to say good morning!'
Without blinking, the young woman rasped, "Fuck mornings."
'Awww, someone's in a mooood!'
"I wasn't in a mood until you showed up. I'm waiting for my breakfast, be quiet."
'Breakfast? Who delivers breakfast?'
"Pizza."
'Pizza for breakfast? Casey, you should know better. You're going to get fat.'
"Well you know what, bitch? I'd rather be fat and full of pizza than healthy and hungry. They're late."
The shriek of a doorbell cut through the apartment like a serrated knife through butter, sending her catapulting off of the bed, onto the cold, hard floor with a thud. Scrambling toward the door, she tore aside the flimsy plank and found herself staring into the ashen face of a pizza delivery boy.
"WELL IT'S ABOUT HOLY FUCKING ZIPPITY DO IN A JIM JAM DOUCHE BAG TIME!" She bellowed, flashing pointed canines and burning eyes. The frightened mediator, a teenager with a bad case of acne and nasty black stubble running down his face and neck, stuttered clumsily, "O-one small cheese mushroom pizza for Casey-"
" WELL THAT'S JUST FANTASTIC! I'M CASEY, LOOK HOW WELL LIFE WORKS OUT! NOW GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE." She whipped the box from his grasp, pulled a hunk of cash out of her pocket and hurled it at the mortified teenager. He stumbled back then turned, dashing toward his car with a jumbled slur of "Don'tworrykeepthemoneyI'llbegoingnowbye." Fear spurred him on until he was settled safely in his vehicle and speeding away down the street. Casey glared after him until he rounded the corner, then flipped open her pizza box and studied the contents.
"They forgot the fucking mushrooms."