Unconditional Confusion

3 | The Usual

No, Gabriella doesn't get as much money as shown in the picture. Sorry, but false advertisement! Okay, maybe she gets a couple stacks of Ben Franklin's...

Point of View: Gabriella Carson

I woke up to the sound of the annoying alarm on my phone. I hit the snooze button several times before I realized what day it was. Saturday. 

Now let me tell you something, Saturdays for me, are typically not the same as Saturdays for you. I have to meet several people and everyone is super low key (private, secretive, etc).

I got up out of bed and did my morning routine of brushing my teeth, using the toilet, brushing my hair, washing my face and picking out some clothes to wear.

Ah, clothes. I love them but hate them. They can instantly make you look more attractive, or they can make you look like a trash can. Your pick, though.

Personally, I don't have a direct sense of style. I usually wear whatever I want to (unless it's some family dinner, then I have to be careful or else all my cousins get all judgemental). Today, I'll wear a pair of jeans, a dress and chucks because why not?

It's 5:63 am. Hahaha! Okay 6:03 am. I grab the bag I'm supposed to take and head downstairs very quietly. Since it's the weekend, my parents don't wake up until 10 or 11 am. Later if they've been doing the dirty at night.

The sun has risen and the sky has an ombre look to it. It sort of looks nice, but I've seen better in Google pictures. I drink some water and make sure my parents are asleep.

I then get the house keys off the hook and head out.