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Chapter Two - Void of All Emotion
"Sophia! Sophia wake your lazy ass up, now!"
My eyes fluttered open to the obnoxious voice filling my room. I groggily sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes, my eyes focused on Kit, my older sister. I grimaced at her appearance. She was wearing tight jeans, a tunic shirt that fitted around her petite waist, and her hair was perfectly straight flowing down her arms. Kit was wearing so much make up, she looked fake.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I growled, standing on my bed, raising my pillow, ready to strike.
"Down, tiger, down!" She hissed. "Listen, I met this really hot guy at the mall today, and I have a date! There's just one problem...he's like a total punk! So...I need you to like help me with bands, tell me what kind of 'lingo' you freaks use, that sort."
I rolled my eyes. "Get the fuck out!" I screeched, flinging anything I could get my hands on at her. The closest thing I could reach after I had flung all of my pillows at her was my cd's.
"Eeeeeek," she screamed, ducking behind a pillow I had thrown at her, trying to dodge the flying cd's. "What's this one?" Kit picked up the cd that had hit her in that hollow head of her's. "Yellowcard? What the hell is that?"
"Uuuuuuuuurgh!" I screamed. I didn't feel like chancing on breaking my cd's, so next I grabbed my guitar that was propped up against my wall. "You do NOT want me to hit you with this. And I REALLY don't feel like screwing it up, it's brand new. So, I'll give you one last chance. Get. Out."
I was completely annoyed by her. She looked bewildered at me, then finally, she chucked my Taking Back Sunday c.d. at me, turned on her heel, and stormed out of my room.
I sat on my bed, panting, and looking around at the mess I had created. Many of my cds were on the floor and my pillows were all smushed together by the door. I gently put my guitar back, and gathered all of my cd's and pillows. When I had finally finished tiding up, I glanced at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock. I quickly turned off my Rufio cd which was playing for about the tenth time. My head hurt, I had been asleep for so long. My mom was home from work by then, and I decided I better reach her before Kit did.
I walked down the dank hallway, which led to the staircase. I passed Garet's room, and peered in. It was dark, and no one was there. Shrugging, I heard Kit talking on the phone and I rolled my eyes. Did the girl ever shut up? Making my way down the twenty something steps we had, I rubbed my neck. I had a crook in it from sleeping so weird.
When I reached the kitchen, my mother was seated at the table. She was in her nursing attire, the scrubs, and her thick, black curls were tied up in a messy bun, leaving some framing her head. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful, and peaceful, bent over her many papers, scribbling away. I envied her perfect olive skin. I was one hundred percent Latina, but somehow I got the fair skin. Kit was the odd one, with the blonde hair, blue eyes, but she got the perfect olive skin. Garet was tall, almost 6'3, and had light brown hair. He didn't really look Hispanic, but if you looked hard at him, the way his dark eyes glimmered, the way his lips were full, you would realize he was of some different blood.
"Hi mom," I said, sitting across from her. "How as work?"
She looked up and smiled at me. "Hey chica, it was okay. Tiring for a first day. How was your first day of school?" She looked eager, and instead of telling her that I hated Degrassi, I forced a smile.
"It was great. I met some cool people."
"That's great Mija! Well I got to get to work, but you were sound asleep when I got home and I didn't want to wake you. Dinner's in the microwave." She kissed my forehead and went back to work. I felt a twinge of anger as she dismissed me so easily. She was always working just to put food on the table, and hardly had time for Garet, Kit or me. It hurt. But I ate my dinner without any arguments, and went to bed early. I didn't see Garet the whole night, or Kit for the rest. I turned on my, The Starting Line, c.d. and fell asleep.
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I walked to school the next day. When I had gotten up everyone was gone. I wasn't surprised, they all got up so early. So throwing on a black tank top and plaid red flares, I pulled on my coat, grabbed my bag, threw on my headphones with Finch blaring and tuned out as I walked to school. When I got there, I walked down the halls, still listening to my music, not caring about anyone or anything. I reached my locker, threw my stuff in, went to homeroom, sat down and began scribbling on my notebook.
"Hey Sophia."
I looked up and grinned at Craig. "Hey, what's up?"
"I'm so tired, I was up all night doing homework. You?"
My stomach flopped..homework? I totally forgot. "Urgh, I forgot we had homework. Oh well, I'll cram it in at lunch."
Craig smiled. "Good way to start out school." I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled. Then the bell rang, and like the day before, Craig met up with Ashley and we all walked to Algebra.
Chapter Two - Void of All Emotion
"Sophia! Sophia wake your lazy ass up, now!"
My eyes fluttered open to the obnoxious voice filling my room. I groggily sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes, my eyes focused on Kit, my older sister. I grimaced at her appearance. She was wearing tight jeans, a tunic shirt that fitted around her petite waist, and her hair was perfectly straight flowing down her arms. Kit was wearing so much make up, she looked fake.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I growled, standing on my bed, raising my pillow, ready to strike.
"Down, tiger, down!" She hissed. "Listen, I met this really hot guy at the mall today, and I have a date! There's just one problem...he's like a total punk! So...I need you to like help me with bands, tell me what kind of 'lingo' you freaks use, that sort."
I rolled my eyes. "Get the fuck out!" I screeched, flinging anything I could get my hands on at her. The closest thing I could reach after I had flung all of my pillows at her was my cd's.
"Eeeeeek," she screamed, ducking behind a pillow I had thrown at her, trying to dodge the flying cd's. "What's this one?" Kit picked up the cd that had hit her in that hollow head of her's. "Yellowcard? What the hell is that?"
"Uuuuuuuuurgh!" I screamed. I didn't feel like chancing on breaking my cd's, so next I grabbed my guitar that was propped up against my wall. "You do NOT want me to hit you with this. And I REALLY don't feel like screwing it up, it's brand new. So, I'll give you one last chance. Get. Out."
I was completely annoyed by her. She looked bewildered at me, then finally, she chucked my Taking Back Sunday c.d. at me, turned on her heel, and stormed out of my room.
I sat on my bed, panting, and looking around at the mess I had created. Many of my cds were on the floor and my pillows were all smushed together by the door. I gently put my guitar back, and gathered all of my cd's and pillows. When I had finally finished tiding up, I glanced at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock. I quickly turned off my Rufio cd which was playing for about the tenth time. My head hurt, I had been asleep for so long. My mom was home from work by then, and I decided I better reach her before Kit did.
I walked down the dank hallway, which led to the staircase. I passed Garet's room, and peered in. It was dark, and no one was there. Shrugging, I heard Kit talking on the phone and I rolled my eyes. Did the girl ever shut up? Making my way down the twenty something steps we had, I rubbed my neck. I had a crook in it from sleeping so weird.
When I reached the kitchen, my mother was seated at the table. She was in her nursing attire, the scrubs, and her thick, black curls were tied up in a messy bun, leaving some framing her head. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful, and peaceful, bent over her many papers, scribbling away. I envied her perfect olive skin. I was one hundred percent Latina, but somehow I got the fair skin. Kit was the odd one, with the blonde hair, blue eyes, but she got the perfect olive skin. Garet was tall, almost 6'3, and had light brown hair. He didn't really look Hispanic, but if you looked hard at him, the way his dark eyes glimmered, the way his lips were full, you would realize he was of some different blood.
"Hi mom," I said, sitting across from her. "How as work?"
She looked up and smiled at me. "Hey chica, it was okay. Tiring for a first day. How was your first day of school?" She looked eager, and instead of telling her that I hated Degrassi, I forced a smile.
"It was great. I met some cool people."
"That's great Mija! Well I got to get to work, but you were sound asleep when I got home and I didn't want to wake you. Dinner's in the microwave." She kissed my forehead and went back to work. I felt a twinge of anger as she dismissed me so easily. She was always working just to put food on the table, and hardly had time for Garet, Kit or me. It hurt. But I ate my dinner without any arguments, and went to bed early. I didn't see Garet the whole night, or Kit for the rest. I turned on my, The Starting Line, c.d. and fell asleep.
..........................................
I walked to school the next day. When I had gotten up everyone was gone. I wasn't surprised, they all got up so early. So throwing on a black tank top and plaid red flares, I pulled on my coat, grabbed my bag, threw on my headphones with Finch blaring and tuned out as I walked to school. When I got there, I walked down the halls, still listening to my music, not caring about anyone or anything. I reached my locker, threw my stuff in, went to homeroom, sat down and began scribbling on my notebook.
"Hey Sophia."
I looked up and grinned at Craig. "Hey, what's up?"
"I'm so tired, I was up all night doing homework. You?"
My stomach flopped..homework? I totally forgot. "Urgh, I forgot we had homework. Oh well, I'll cram it in at lunch."
Craig smiled. "Good way to start out school." I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled. Then the bell rang, and like the day before, Craig met up with Ashley and we all walked to Algebra.