I woke up as I heard a loud screeching noise.
I silenced my phone by agressively tapping on the much too bright screen.
6:20 am
Two exams this week. It's going to be hell.
Was my very first thought this morning.
Maybe I'd just fake my own death by staying in bed absolutely still. It was a stupid thing to think about but it cost me almost 10 precious minutes of time.
"Celia, get up! Now!" My mother yelled.
"Ya Mom I'm on my way down!" I yelled back tugging my covers over my head, nowhere near the state of getting up.
6:45 am
Finally I made it to the kitchen. Pouring me a huge load of black unsweetened coffee in my take away mug.
"Mom, have you seen my ripped wranglers jeans? The high waist ones?"
"Darling you definitely need to organize your room it's a miracle you even managed to find the door today. It took you quite a while though. She winked at me. My Mom was just the best I'm sorry her second marriage didn't work out. She deserved better. Always giving her best and working hard but getting so little in return. I wanted to help her but I already wasn't able to handle my own life.
School worked pretty good but I still hated it. My former friends are always messing with me. Using me. I was the second choice 90 percent of the time.
I don't know when it changed. A year ago or so I was happy. My room was clean. My friends were real. And my parents didn't fight.
I could go on and on about it but in fact I was just sick of being a teenager. Here in this sunny little town where I grew up.
But drowning in self-pity won't help so I just pack my bag and go to school.
The sky is of a light shiny blue with no cloud in sight and it's already pretty warm. Maybe today won't be as bad as it started out.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Hometown Glory
Genç KurguWe all get to that point in life where we just want to go. The undying urge to escape the situation, the reality, school, friends, family. For Celia that day came in the summer of her second high school year. It was too much for her. Her parents br...
