Black Cat

Black Cat : Chapter 4

Next day: Big Debut

 I  rolled and slapped my hand on my alarm clock trying to turn it off. Of course I ended up rolling into a human taco in my sheets and falling to the ground with a  thud. My alarm clock still rung and rung. I wiggled out of my sheets and got up and turned it off.  I puffed out my cheeks and sighed. Today was the big day, I would be debuting in front of 1000 people. I know sort of big for a debut right?

Well since my manager has been building up my “big entrance” for lets see 3 maybe 4 years now? I jumped in the shower and let the warm water finish waking me up. As I started to be fully awake and not just drowsy, I remembered another slightly important thing.

I was turning 16 today.  I got out and wrapped a baby blue towel on my body and a matching one on my head. The mirror was fogged up, and well lets just say I still have a very,very inner child in me. I wrote on the smooth glass with my pointer finger making loops and swirls on certain letters. In the end my mirror said ; Happy Birthday Luna

I smiled at the site of those words. Even though no one would say it today I felt that today my parents were with me wishing me a happy birthday too. I erased the words and opened the door to my room. I went into my wooden dresser and picked out some grey sweatpants that were fuzzy inside and a plain pink tee. I quickly got dressed and dried my hair. I was actually feeling pretty happy this morning. I even smiled while I was in my room alone, of course. I brushed through my hair and got up to my coat to grab my i-pod. I grabbed it and put the headphones in my ears. I tried turning it on and I remembered that it didn’t work anymore. I threw my ipod on my bed and sighed while continuing to  brush my hair. I grabbed a matching pink headband and put it on.

“Well lets just hope this day ends soon” I told myself as an encouragement.

I walked out with my jacket into the kitchen to see Eva making pancakes. My face brightened up a little, maybe she did remember it was my birthday? I smiled sheepishly and grabbed a plate and watched as Eva plopped down two pancakes onto my plate.

“So what’s the special occasion?” I said trying to sound like if I didn’t know.

“Well since its your big debut you need you energy!” Eva said cheerfully sitting down with two pancakes herself.

I almost dropped my fork on the ground. But I was the stupid one here wasn’t I? thinking that the which was going to remember it was my birthday was way too much to expect of me.

“Uh yea, I guess your right” I mumbled and stuffed my mouth with pancakes. I felt stupid for getting my hopes up even a little bit. I took another mouthful of pancakes and drank what was left of my milk and hurried to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I remember when I was little that I could barely reach the sink in this very bathroom and I would have to go on my tiptoes and sometimes would fall asleep brushing my teeth, because I had to wake up at 5:00 am even at that early age. I heard the bathroom flush on the other side and figured that Eva must have finished eating and must have gone to the bathroom to brush her teeth as well. I rinsed my mouth and waited by the door. I tapped my foot impatiently. I leaned against the hard wall and relaxed as if for just a second when Eva finally passed through the hallway in the apartment and I heard her keys clatter.

“Come on! Were 10 minutes late already!” She opened the door and left it hanging on for me to go through. I rolled my eyes and went through the door. After about twenty  minutes of going through cars and doors. It was pretty cold outside, but good thing I was cozy in my jacket right? We had finally gotten to the arena where my concert would be. I was rushed into one of the dressing rooms and was made wait. That was one of the things I hated most. Waiting. It drove me insane, it gave me time to think and usually when I was given time to think my thoughts would find themselves  in my parents death and thinking  why I was allowed to survive. Why couldn’t I have died with them instead of living a life that wasn’t the one that I wanted. I had always wondered how my life would’ve turned out if my parents were still alive. Would I have been happy?