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beep, beep, beep..........
"Stupid alarm clock." I groaned as I hit the button on the clock. I sighed and rolled out of bed. The smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee pulled me into the kitchen. I turned into the doorway of the kitchen, and there was my mom hovering over the stove. She was humming a lullaby softly to herself as she turned the bacon onto the plate. My father and brother were already at the table. My father was reading the newspaper.
My father is a tall man almost six feet. He has dark black hair with some gray in the roots, like when you need to dye your hair after a few months. His face has laugh lines around the mouth and eyes, kind of like crows feet. His eyes are a crystal colored blue, like the sky. My brother looks just like him, except the grey in the hair and the laugh lines.
My mother has blond hair, with waves. Her eyes are hazel with a hint of blue around the irises. She is a little bit shorter then five feet four. Her frame is small and she is skinny. She looks like a mother does. She always wears her hair in a ponytail. Her hair goes a little bit longer then shoulders. I felt out of place in my family. I didn't think I look like either one of my parents. My hair is light brown with natural black highlights. My eyes are brown, chocolate brown. I was five six. My hair went to the middle of my back. It was strange. But I made my peace with that a long time ago, they are my family and I love them.
I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and sat in my usual spot.
"So is Christian going to be in school today?" My brother Walter said to me from across the table. Christian was my boyfriend. He was the jockiest jock that there ever was. We broke up because he was being a pig. He tired to take advantage of me during our winter formal. That sent a shiver down my spine. I shot Walter a hard look. Christian and I have not spoken since winter break started, today was the first day back.
"If he knows what is best for him he would not come near me." I said through my teeth.
"I heard that he is with Sissy Tomblin now." He said with a big smile.
That shocked me. Christian always told me that he never thought of her in that way. That frustrated me and made me angry.
"Who told you that?"
"My friends."
"Who?!" I demanded.
"Not going to tell you anything." He said locking his lips closed.
I knew my brother and that was all I was going to get out of him. So Christian has a new girlfriend? And I would have to watch it. I took a deep breath. I was not hungry anymore. I scooted back and left the room. So I would have to make myself look gorgeous today. That was going to be harder then I thought. I practically ran into my bathroom. I went through all of my makeup. After I was done glamorizing myself I ran back to my room and picked out a short skirt, but then I remembered that it might be raining outside. We lived in Washington, so the weather was always predicable, rain. I peeked through the window and sure enough it was raining, but there was snow on the ground.
I groaned and put on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, showing cleavage of course. My hair was straight as always, I decided that curling it was a mistake so I brushed through it and let it sit that way. I put my boots on and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen to tell my mom and dad goodbye. They both shot me a concerned look as I headed out the back door. I walked very slowly to my car, knowing that I was going to trip. I got to my car safely and got inside. I turned the car on and the heat to full blast.
As I pulled into the parking lot and my stomach turned. I saw him standing there with her, their hands interlocked. I felt the tears starting to form. They noticed me as well, when they saw my car she pulled her body closer to him. I pulled into my normal spot, sighed and turned the car off. I got out a walked straight into campus, without looking their way. I walked to my normal table. My trusting friends were there, waiting for me with concern and anger on their faces. I tried to smile - for their benefit - but the idea of smiling made me want to cry. I could only make one side of my mouth pull up, slightly.
