Thos chapter is a morning for Ela. Tis all. Please enjoy and review! :D
L.L.A.P!
~Laces
Chpt.3
I rolled out of bed… literally. My legs just seemed like they were still asleep so I fell off the edge of the bed with a loud thud.
"It's raining and I already got a bruise. Let's see if my luck will stay like this throughout the day." I said to myself. I tended to talk to myself a lot. Like dad. I finally was able to get up, and I looked at myself in the mirror. My green pajamas were super wrinkled, and my hair was a complete mess. Some of it looked at if it was super glued to the right in a messy fashion with bits and pieces over my eyes, but the hair on the back of my head looked like it was moving left, and there were some spots that just stuck out like they were trying to fly off. My morning hair was a complete mess. I looked through my wardrobe and found a red quarter sleeve shirt, and some jeans. I quickly through it on, and tied some sneakers onto my feet. It was then time to tame my hair. I grabbed the comb and started yanking at it, while spraying various hair products. Finally after about thirty minutes, my hair was finally tamed. It was parted to the left, and my brown curls were smoothly at my shoulder. I then made sure I had everything in my bag. Home work, pencils, paper, binders, hand sanitizer, pepper spray, and my costume. Costume as in bandana, shirt pants and fedora that is. The trench coat I'd wear turned the other way like a normal jacket. Costumes can be such a handful sometimes.
I ran to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I then crept down stairs. Dad was till on the couch, and he looked terribly uncomfortable. I silently went into the kitchen, then looked through the cabinets, trying to find a cereal that dad didn't consider part of a conspiracy. Mom bought normal cereal and nothing dad did or said could make her stop eating it, but if dad saw me eating it he'd have a fit. The last thing I needed was for dad to wake up and see me in the kitchen eating something "dangerous". I finally found the approved cereal. Something called "Yums in Tums." It was a name I considered idiotic, weird, and it looked old, but dad had a secret stash of the stuff, and always eats it. He says it stays good forever. I didn't know for sure. I purred the box and into the bowl came flacks of brown… stuff. That was really the only way I could describe it. I pulled in some milk and sat at the table. I scooped up the flakes and stuck them into my mouth. That was the easy part. The hard part was chewing. Every bite I'd worry that I chipped a tooth. The taste was bland, and stale. I poured some honey into the bowl, but the flakes seemed to absorb the honey, just it didn't take sweet! I looked at the box. There was no ingredients list, and when I checked the date it was made it stated August 21 1956. I had to look at the date twice to make sure I wasn't seeing things. The cereal was older then me! Heck, it was older then dad!
How in the world does dad consider this stuff safe? Why can't I just have some honey nut cheerios or something? I let out a heavy sigh, and threw the stuff in the trash. I'll just buy lunch at school. I'll live without breakfast. I slung on my back pack, and walked out the door towards school. It didn't take long for me to get soaked. My frown turned into a smile however as I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Ela!" I whirled around to see my friend Trevor standing behind me with his back pack. He wore a rain coat, jeans and big sneakers. He was about five six, and he wore glasses over his green eyes. He was very pale, and he always looked sickly. He carried an umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch his hair. He was one of those guys who thought his hair was his life. It was a light chestnut brown that was completely straight. It was slightly jagged at the ends, and no matter how many times you seemed to noogy him, his hair stayed the same with no gel. There was one word that described him. Flirt. Actually there were two. Flirt, and Lazy. That's how I met him. We were partners in woodshop class and he was being lazy and tired and wouldn't do anything. All the girls in my grade found that cute for some really bizarre reason, and he thought that I would too. I didn't. I told him to get off his lazy butt and help me glue these pieces of wood together. He wouldn't, saying he was too tired, and then he fell asleep. I shrugged and instead of putting the glue on the wood I put it on his prized possession. His hair. Once he woke up and figured out what I had done, he cursed at me, and started trying to get the glue out of his hair. But he gained respect for me, and we became good friends. A weird way to meet a person.
"I thought I was the only one who walked to school." he laughed.
"Yah, well my mom wasn't home, and my dad was asleep and I didn't want to wake him up." I explained. He walked next to me and put the umbrella over my head.
"You're soaked." he laughed, and we started walking together. "ya know El, if I were you I would've woken my dad up anyway." he stated.
"Trevor you can call me Ela but nothing shorter then that." I snapped. El was short for Ela and Ela was short for Carmela. I hated the name El. Ela sure but El? No way! Trevor rolled his eyes and we quickly reached school.
"I hate this place." he sighed.
"Why? 'cause you have to work?" I inquired with a giggle.
"No. 'cause I have to walk." he sighed lazily. It amazed me how he was so thin and he ate all the junk food he wanted and never moved from the couch. He had a fast metabolism.
We entered our school and I sighed, finally out of the cold of the rain.
I do have a friend who is just like that and i met him the same way. i put glue in his hair. *smiles*
~Laces