Lily's Revolution

Chapter 1
That kind of morning

Sunlight leaked from my bay window, covering every inch of my room. filling in every corner with its warmth. I turn to my side to see my clock.

" 7:05am"

" Fucking shit. Do I really have to get out of bed, just so I can go to a place where I sit Jump and roll over on command?"

I sit up in bed. My back aches and my body feels heavy.

I take a deep breath in, the smell of rain fills my head. Swirling around, washing thoughts from my mind. Seeping in, I can't help but wonder how much it must have rained last night. I smile at the thought of maybe for just once rolling myself back up in my cozy bed.

"Schools not that important." My mind whispers as the warm blankets try to wrap me back into their cocoon of softness.

"Yeah, yeah it is," I mumble back as I rub the sleep from my eyes and drag myself out of bed. My feet harden to the cold touch of the floor. The sun warms my back. I let it's warmth radiate through my body, knowing that today's weather will wash it all away.

I grabbed my favorite pair of combat boots, dark blue jeans, and black top. I never really put too much thought into what I wear to school, I don't really enjoy school, so why should I care? Before I leave my room I stop in front of my mirror bedside the door. My curly hair frizzy and wild, I don't remember when I stopped brushing my hair in the morning. I also don't remember when I stopped thinking I was special, but it saved me a lot of trouble. I no longer tried to reform into a society scale of who looked more like Barbie in different scenarios. I stopped crying myself to sleep, hoping that after I was "pretty" I problems would disappear. I stare into my large, dark, rounded eyes as

I stuff my fluffy hair into a tight ponytail. With a few light brown baby hair's escaping from the side.

"Perfect, let's go out and be the disappointment you really are."

...

"Morning" I yawned out as I stumbled down the stairs.

"Oh, so you do plan on going to school today and doing something with your life. " My mother sneers, as she sprinkles something on a cupcake or a muffin, it was too early for my brain to give a shit.

Sarcastically I mumble "Yeah, isn't it shocking? what's for breakfast?" I stare at her hands work. Her nails are freshly done, a light pastel blue with a white index finger.

"Well, today I thought I'd try something new. So to answer your question, I made blueberry muffins topped with orange zest." I can see her eyeing my outfit I have chosen for today.

" Fancy..." Her eyes are a gray kind of blue. Dark and relentless, that can turn cold in a heartbeat. I'm almost nothing like my mother. I only have her hair color and even then hers is darker.

" Well I do try, maybe you should too." she hisses under her breath.

Scoffing I ask "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. " her gray eyes darken.

"Well, maybe I don't try because I don't like making other people feel like shit, unlike you!" I snapped, "nothing is ever good enough for you!"Her hand formed into a tight fit, but I kept going. "You know you can be such a mythic bitch sometimes!" I feel a hand hit my cheek with a loud smack. My heart pounds as a long silence fills the air, she crawls back to her side of the counter. Mother lets out a sigh as she turns around to go wash her hands because that's what I am to her.