I woke up one morning feeling tired and horrible. I hate waking up, I love my dreams. When I dream, I usually dream of Mr. Right and think of his face and eyes, but for some reason, I can't see his face. I know his hair is a brown color and messy. It's very intimidating. These dreams are just a tease. I hate that part of my dreams.
Well, I might as well keep dreaming. I don't think I will ever find my Mr. Right. I've never been on a date, let alone have a boyfriend. I don't understand why I just can't say yes to the guys who ask me out at school. I have been asked out a lot and I just keep saying no. They are cute, but not Mr. Right. I think I may as well say yes to Mike, who keeps asking me out every 2 weeks. I don't know why 2 weeks, but he does.
I'm still laying in bed, I guess I should get up. I do so and I walk over to my television and turn it on. There is breaking news about people found mysteriously dead. I would usually think oh, this happens everyday, but this time these people were found with teeth marks. I got horrified by images so I turned off my television and went to the bathroom.
Then, while I stood at the sink and grabbed my toothbrush I felt my mom's wet toothbrush. I then took my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth to lose my horrible morning breathe. Once I was done I walked back into my room and grabbed some clothes to wear for today. I got dressed and headed down stairs.
As I was walking I started to smell pancakes. I look down and see my mom making pancakes and eggs. She hasn't noticed me yet and I start to think that I should say something to her before I scare her. The television was on and the news was on.
"Pretty sad about what happened to those people" I said to start a conversation.
My mom looks at me and smiles. "Morning Bella, Yes it really is sad" she said with a sad look.
"What's wrong? Where is Tom?" I asked her.
Tom was my step-dad. He is great and he loves my mom. My dad lives only a city away. Tom was always here for breakfast. I didn't know where he was this morning.
"Um, Bella, Tom's friend was one of the people that got, killed." My mom stopped before she said killed.
"That's horrible, where is Tom?" I questioned her.
"He is in his room, alone. I think he should be alone for now. Here is your breakfast." she said as she put the plate on the table.
"Thanks mom." I thanked her, the rest of breakfast was silent as she washed dishes and watched the news.
I didn't know what to do about Tom's friend. Was I supposed to be sad? Was I supposed to cry? Could I go on normally? I didn't know, all I knew was I had to leave for school.
"Mom, I'm going to go now." I took my car keys as I spoke to her.
My mom hugged me and gave me a kiss "Drive safe, have fun at school, love you bye."
" Love you too, bye." I smiled.
As I got into my car and put my bags in the back I started to think about what would I do if I lost my friend. Would I go to school? Would people be mourning over it? I didn't find an answer for any of these questions. All I really knew was, I didn't know anything.