Pretty In Pink

(1) Plastics & Spaghetti

'J' for Jenna ;)

I honestly have no idea what I'm doing.

The same sentence that plays through my 'Just Woke Up' mind arrives on schedule. Ugh, checking my wrist watch starts my list of troubles for the day as I see its already 7:15am.

Hey, my name's Elaiyah, but everyone knows me as Eli. This should be the part where I give a brief but detailed description of myself and life, yet the only thing I can think about right now is who the heck invented toes and why do I need them since they only seem to get in the damn way whenever I try to get to the bathroom. Of course my idol is the Saint who invented shoes. More importantly, where the heck are my glasses!?

Thudding coming from down the hallway warns me that I may very well soon have uninvited company. That's proven true when my door is swung open abruptly and there stands the physical form of egotistical itself.

"Huh. So it lives. Your mom wants you down in 10," he announces before slamming my door and stomping off. From my foetal position on the floor, I didn't even have to look up to know it was stupid Elijah. Elijah. Ohhhh Elijah. If only, *sighs*. Elijah, unfortunately, is my meat head neighbour. He has been for the past month or so and for some reason that I don't know, has made it his daily mission to humiliate me. We have similar names but completely opposite personalities.

What he was doing in my house and waking me up, I have no idea.

After my father passed away, Mom decided to move back home to reunite with family. So we moved south from Denver, to her hometown of Charleston.

It's a lovely place and we live in a lovely neighbourhood in our lovely, modernly cream coloured house. Did I mention how lovely it is here? The only disappointment of this place is Elijah. And with Elijah comes his four friends but I don't want to hurt my brain thinking about them right now so we'll talk about them later.

I chuck a glance at my wrist to see 7:24. Oops I better get up before mom screeches like a banshee. A quick wash to the face, a rummage through my draws and a brush of my hair ends me up downstairs waiting for my mom in 5 minutes, wondering what she wants.

"Mom? You wanted me?" I call out. After a few seconds of silence I decide to call out again, more demanding. "Mom?!"

"Oh, honestly, there's no need to scream!"
she tuts as she floats into the room. No, she's not a ghost. It's a figure of speech to personify her elegance.

"Mom, it's only 7:30 and I've already seen Elijah's fat face. I'm not in the happiest mood right now." I almost glare at her as I grab an apple and munch on it. I take a seat at my favourite bench side stool and lock my eyes onto hers, noticing happy creases around her blue orbs. Wow, mom got old.

"You never told me why you resent that boy so much. He's such a handsome honey!" she says in an almost whining tone.

"'Honey', Mom? Really?"

"Well he is a sweetheart--" Before I could hear anymore I cut her off.

"Mom, you're doing that thing where you go off topic again," I say sing-songish. She stops in motion and holds her hands on her hips, a frown playing on her forehead.

"Alright, smarty pants. My sister will be coming in town tonight and during her time here will stay with us. The hotel room she had booked was completely destroyed by the room above hers - another guest accidentally left the bath running, and, well..." She trails off, cringing at the mental image she has playing in her head.

"That's horrible..." And slightly funny.

"It is. Anywho, long story short, she couldn't find any other vacancies on such short notice so she's coming here. She'll only be here a few days, three at the most due to her career. She jumps around a lot, metaphorically and literally... " her gaze trails off as she holds a reminiscent and troubled expression. "Ok? So remember to come straight home this afternoon from school," she snaps back into motion, loading motherly cooked food into the oven.