Raven Lockwell
"Good morning Newport Oregon, it is seven AM with a beautiful Wednesday ahead of us" My phone, on the table beside my bed began to play the morning news.
Time to start the day.
I pushed my aching head up and saw the pile of school papers I had worked on last night. Algebra, an essay that had a yellow sticker to signify that it was for my history class, and a science note packet. I looked past all the papers at three energy drink cans
I know all the work is done because I had marked my work off on the sticky note checklist I had posted on the side of my red-painted, wood desk.
Before messing with all the papers, I got up and walked to my black dresser, and stood, waiting for the radio to tell me the weather
"Today's high will be 87 degrees Celsius and today's low will be 74 degrees Celsius, precipitation is zero percent with 5 miles per hour winds"
Sounds like I should wear pants, but seems just right for me
I dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of worn, loose jeans, then grabbed my thunderbird charm from the top of the drawer and clipped it to my right-hand belt loop.
Without looking, I grabbed two socks from the top drawer, and it wasn't until I looked down and saw they were mismatched, a bright green ankle sock and a dark purple calf sock. Then I sat on the floor to put on my dark red sneakers.
After I was dressed, I went to the bathroom, brushed quickly through my shoulder-length straight hair, and pulled my untangled black hair to the back of my head, and hastily braided my hair into one long strand of twists and turns.
After I finished my hair, I walked out of the bathroom and to the living room, where I saw my annoying little brother getting ready, or just packing his stuff into his bag, leaving his hair in the curly tangled mess that it's always in, then with the dark blue jacket he always wears, even in the hundred-degree summer heat
I don't even get why people think he's my older brother, I mean, yeah he's taller, but he's not any more mature than I am, and he doesn't have as good of a fashion sense as I do.
Oh, Ian. You're always such a mystery to me
"Morning Raven" He greeted
"Good morning Ian" I responded with a small grin, walking past him and into the kitchen, where I grabbed a bagel off the counter and tore it into even halves "Huh, looks like today's going to be a good day" I giggled sliding the slices of the bagel into the toaster and pulled down the lever on to brown the bagel
"You can tell just by the way you rip your bagel in half?" Ian snickered
"It's called appreciating the little things in life" I shot back "Is that not something in your vocabulary?"
"Hey little troublemakers," Mama said, coming out of her room
"Good morning to you too Mami" Ian giggled, I listened for a second more before running back to my room.
I shoved all of my school papers from my desk and into my backpack, then slid my laptop in with them. I zipped up my backpack, then ran back to the kitchen to be perfectly on time to snatch my bagel from the toaster as soon as it was done.
Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw a brewed pot of coffee, so I grabbed myself a mug and poured myself a cup to end this headache
I quickly took a drink but launched my head back
"What, did you forget to let the coffee cool?" Ian laughed
"No, it's too bitter, it needs cream," I said, opening our small fridge and grabbing the smaller cocoa-flavored coffee creamer.
