Shattered

stop and smell the roses

I started at the sound of my door slamming into the wall, and fell off of my bed.

Despite my memory-foam rug breaking my fall, it still stung. I groaned as I lazily rolled over onto my back. I tried to make sense of what just happened. My room was pitch black, and so was the sky outside. It was either early in the morning or very late at night.

Abruptly the lights turned on, making me immediately shut my eyes at the sudden brightness. It took me a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light even under my eye lids. When I did open my eyes though, I groaned.

Standing in my room was none other than Sheri.
"Good morning!" She chimed.

I glared at her. What was she doing here before day break on a Saturday?

"Ohh, someone's not happy," she mock-frowned at me" not much of a morning person are you?"

I rolled my eyes at that. She knew darn well that I wasn't a morning person.

"Alright! Up and At'em! I didn't come here to wish you a good morn' I came here to get you ready for tonight." She clapped twice and left the room, only to come back with a suit case that looked like the zippers would split.

Just looking at that bag made me want to hide under my bed which wasn't really an option because it was currently hovering, so it could be easily moved across the room. I wanted to pretend like I hadn't seen that monstrosity of a suitcase.

"When do we have to be at the museum?" I asked. Too tired to protest.

"Ten, twelve maybe."she shrugged.

"And what time is it now?" I mumbled, not really wanting to hear her answer.

"Four a.m." She said

I looked at her like she was crazy, groaning again before grabbing my blanket from my bed wrapping myself in it.

" very mature," she mumbled " now get up."

I peeked at her through the slits of my eyes at her looming form. At this angle she looked menacing, her short, spiky, strawberry blonde hair hanging in her face, which was now scowling at me. By the way she was looking at me I could tell that she knew I was watching her. As if a normal person could even fall back asleep after being woken up so abruptly.

The moment I opened my eyes she grabbed my ankles and dragged my limp burrito'ed form across the room, practically sweeping my floor with my hair. I hadn't realized it but she had dragged me into my bathroom.

"Shower, and wash your hair" was what she said before she left and shut the door behind her. "Wash your hair" I repeated in a mock tone loud enough for her to hear.

"you better!"she called back, through the door. I wasn't. I sighed, unwrapped myself from the blanket and got ready to take a shower. It would be over faster if I just did whatever. I didn't bother with adjusting the water temperature, it was already preset just the way that I liked it.

I turned a small dial halfway and flipped the switch for water beside it. Water slightly turned purple tinted with lavender body wash. I undressed and as the scent filled the room, deciding I'd make this quick.

After standing in the warm water for what felt like a half an hour I stepped out and shut off the water. Beside my shower was a dryer built into the wall, it was the size of a small closet made up of mostly glass. I stepped into it and too cold air blew at me in all directions. Half way through the drying process the air felt suddenly too hot and I hopped out.

I glanced down at my red skin and frowned, I would need to adjust the temperature later. "Clarissa! You done in there?" Sheri called from behind the door.