2. A Day of 18
Deep inside my dark, cozy hole I called a room, rang a loud and very annoying sound. Its familiarity and constant pace woke me from my deep sleep. I blinked at angry, flashing red letters as I reached over to beat that irritating machine into submissive silence.
I rubbed my eyes and took a better look at it. God, six was a ghastly hour to be getting up after a long night. Whoever came up with the idea that school should start at 7: 30 a.m. in the morning should have been shot. Man, he must have been a real ass.
"Eternity!" yelled my mother behind my closed door. I grumbled back under my covers as my door slammed open. Blinding morning light chased away the last of darkness revealing a quaint bedroom.
"Get up, or I getting the bucket with water," threatened my loving mother, who therein stripped me of my last chance of hiding from the world and its light. With the lack of covers, I had no choice but to comply with her.
I mumble, and grumbled wake. "Fine, Fine…" With that she was out of my room with one more task of raising the last occupant next to my room. I did not really care to watch the show of waking my little brother as I clamber up and out to shut my door. Of course I was tempted to return to bed, but I thought better: I really did not want to get soaked in cold water this early in the morning.
Like every morning and the mornings before that, I got dressed in my usual wear of black, put on my basic make-up and then head out to face the new day. I made a quick grab of basic schoolbooks, binders and other essential things need to survive through another day. All ready and set, I ran out of my room and into the kitchen, heading for the escape route before my mother saw me.
"Wow!" my mother said as she stood there, blocking the way out the front door. Darn, I was so close to escaping, I muttered in my head. "What? Now you're barely 18 and you think that exempts you from giving your mother a hug?" she said opening her arms.
"Mom…" I tried not to sound too embarrassed as I leaned in to the hug. "That's my bay…" she cooed as she slipped a small wrapped box in my hand as we broke apart. "Happy Birthday. I cannot believe how much my babies have grown!"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. She was going to take a trip down memory lane again, like always. I only hoped it would be a short spree. "Oh I remember when you took your first walk and said your first word. Wow, it feels just like yesterday…"
"Or when the first time you ended up in so much trouble because you beat up a guy in grade school," snickered my sandy-brown hair brother. I sneered at him, "Or the first time I pounded you and you cried like a girl." That got him to shut up as he stuck up his nose and turned away from me. We both have come to a common agreement that the only sibling 'love' was shown outside our house. Inside it was free game.
"Children, children please! Can you at least say something nice to each other for once?" my mother asked, a bit jaded by our constant wars.
"NO!" We said in unison. "Not until she starts beginning nice and stops picking on me!" complained that annoying twelve-year-old voice. "Well I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a dork and a cry baby. Oh, wait. That means I can't."
"See!" yelled my brother, nearly jumping out the kitchen chair.
"Alright!" yelled my mother as pointed to us separately. I knew she would have the final word. "You, stop picking on you're brother, you're an adult now, you should know better. You, stop enticing your sister into fights. Now its time for school, so get your butts out the door."
I was fast out the door before my brother as I threw the box in a small pocket of my side bag, planning on opening it later. In fact, I really did not want to open it. God bless her heart, but my mother's tastes tend to go astray on me. In a way, her choices of presents reflected that she was trying to force maturity on me faster than I had ever wanted. Last year she bought me for my birthday a pear necklace and at Christmas it was red pumps. I knew that inside laid another disappoint that at the age of 14 I gave up on being excited for birthdays and even Christmas.
I sighed as I made my way down town to my school. What was I going to do with my mother? I became more down when I came upon the blue and white building of Blue Bell High. "Look, a piece of hell" I sarcastically stated to myself.
I hate high school and I always will because beyond those heavenly, white walls laid a campus full of hyenas. This is part that the student body only comes in one type of flavor: popular, flirty, white wearing, Miss's and Mr.'s of the small, proud town of snobs. In basics: if you were hip, you were 'in', and anyone else, was out. Peer hell with a white haven. Thank God, it was my last year here.
Slipping into the door way, I made my way in hoping not to make eye contact with anyone. I was not up to a morning catfight this early or any other harassment. So I made my way to my locker and hastily opened it.
"Hay-yah!" greeted an overly happy voice, "So how yah doin Birthday girl?"
I took my head out of my locker and smiled at my best friend Serena. She maybe my only friend but at least she was a true friend unlike those in the hell school. She had big brown eyes and had long flowing brown hair. She was so gorgeous that sometimes I was jealous of her. "Not too bad."
She smiled back at my response, "That's good to hear. Sooooo….did you get it? Tell me you didn't? Let me see it!"
I smirked with pride, and rolled up my sleeves. "Take a look!" Right in the middle of the bottom of my forearm was a tattoo. Yes, I got a tattoo. As matter of fact its technically two but of the same one. They were dark red circles with a dark red shadow of a sword. Around the inside and spiraling around the sword were many different symbols, some I had no clue what they even meant. I had one on each arm which impressed Serena as she rubbed her hands over them. "Did they hurt?"
"Nah! It just took a long time," I said proudly like I won award for something. "Geeze, my parents would kill me if I did something like this. How'd your mom take this?"
"Well…." I tried to find the words to sum up the long lecture I took yesterday, "She was not exactly overly joyed, but she didn't kick me out of the house…" Pause "…yet."
Serena and I giggled at my troublemaking, but then our fun was blown away by a very annoying and unwanted voice. "Well, well. Looks like vampire girl got herself witchy tattoos. What, the black magic not working out so well? Need something to show you're not even human after all. I think all the black would have scared the boys a way to begin with." I heard a group giggle behind me.
I rolled my eyes and faced my nemesis and her posy, "Saria, if I was a witch or a vampire, what makes you think you would still be here?" Oh the popular girls did not like that one.
"Freak!" was all she yelled in defense as she led the group away. Serena snorted as she watched them passed, "Try not to get in a fight to day. I'd like to celebrate your birthday some where that's not here."
I pouted at her, "What? Me get in fights? Why on earth would I do that?" Serena just glared at me and rolled her eyes as she left me to make her way to her class. "See yah later." The bell rang as I slowly made my way to class. It was going to be a long day.
Author's Note: Well here's the 1st part. Don't worry…D will be coming soon and I'll work it in soon. I just have to establish Eternity's character here. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Promise!