Unwillingly Decisive

I look over to my alarm clock radio thingy. 12:33. A big sigh escape from me.

Why on God’s green Earth can’t I fall asleep?!

Tomorrow-well, today- is my first day of school and I am excited and anxious. Awesome? Right? Wrong, unlike other normal people, I would love to get some beauty sleep or else I fear for those who would have to deal with me later on.

We moved in two weeks ago from a two bedroom apartment and into a two story house which contain a two-car garage, a huge parking lot, an attic, and a pool. The house was located in a nice neighborhood. The first time I saw the house, I was amaze at how big it is, it could pass for a mansion. I claimed the second biggest room knowing that my parents had an unspoken claim on the master and left the third bedroom to my brother. We spent our first few weeks decorating the house, making it feel homely.

My brother’s name is Jhaylin; he is 13 and starting his first day at Ridgeway Middle School today. My name is Chrystal; I am 17 and also starting my first day at Ridgeway High.

I have long black hair with fiery red strikes that cascade down my back and an attitude to match. My naturally tan skin compliments my hazel eyes. When I am overwhelmed or happy, they turn a slight shade darker and have green specks in them. I inherited my mom’s full pink lips and her mile-long legs. I could pass for an average teen; not exactly gorgeous but not entirely ugly either.

My eyes finally begin to droop and I more than happily let myself drift to unconsciousness.

I was rudely woken up the next morning by the screeching of my alarm clock. Pissed, I rolled over and yanked the plug. I happily rolled back to the warm spot on my bed. As you can probably tell, I'm not a morning person. That is why no one risks waking me up…well, with the exception of my mom. She has the cruelest and funny ways to wake you up and she will not ask you to wake up twice.

 Once, when Jhay refused to wake up, she tied his feet to the bed post and pour ice water on him while she made my dad press a fog horn next to his head. He shot up from bed and almost face planted on the floor, I was on the floor dying with laughter. Later on the day, he made me promise to wake him up every single morning.

 After a few more minutes, I got up and went to my brother's room to wake him up. He mumbled something incoherent and pulled the covers over his head. I started poking him knowing how much he hated that.

“DO NOT fall back asleep,” I warned him.

“Come on,” he said, “just a few more minutes,”

“Sure, if you want mom to wake you up,”

“I’m up, I’m up.” he said, quickly standing up and heading toward his bathroom.

 Chuckling, I head out of his room and toward my bathroom to get ready. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I stepped out the tub, toweled myself off and got in my undergarments and went to my room to search for clothes to wear. I settled on a black skinny jeans, red top, black leather jacket and red lace ankle booties. I walk to my bathroom and started doing my hair. I braided the fringe and put the rest of my hair in a messy bun. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my Nightmare Before Christmas shoulder bag, slung it over my shoulder and headed downstairs for breakfast.

“G’morning honey, you’re driving to school today?” my mom greeted when she saw me.

“Morning! yeah, I’ll drop Jay off at school too,” I responded and kissed her on her forehead.

This family has a total of four cars. My baby is a light green Hummer H3 with beige and black interior. Personally, I wanted a neon green “monster-truck-hummer” but my dad refused, when I saw that he was not going to budge, I settled on a light green little one instead. My mom owns a black Mustang with red and black interior. My dad has a black Chevy Camaro. Lastly, the Silver BMW Wagon is a family car that will be Jhay's when he's old enough to drive.

“Thanks honey. You guys have to hurry; I don’t want y’all getting detention on the first week of school. It would be much better if you get it in the second or third but not the first,” she said knowing we would get in trouble someway.

“Alright ma,”

“And please for the love of God, control your temper.” She said, kissing me on the forehead and headed upstairs to give my brother a lecture.