His fist flew at me, but instead of it meeting my face, it caressed the locker next to me. My heart hammers in my chest, and it aches as I try to suppress it from causing the familiar feeling of a panic attack to ram through me.
I then let out a sh...
Golden beams begin to warm the tips of my cheeks, as it shines down upon my eyelids and pulls me from my deep slumber. The weight of my exhaustion makes my me want to just stay huddled under the safety of my blankets, but I knew I had to get up now or face the wrath of my italian mother. I don't mean in the sense that's she's cruel, but instead as an expert with the wooden spoon. And I don't mean anything having to do with cooking.
So I sluggishly rolled out of bed, and shuffled into my closet yearning for warmth, as I quickly grabbed my cropped army green t-shirt and my camouflage pants out of my drawers. Crouching down, I grabbed my white nike's and casually slipped them on as well.
Once I shut my closet door I couldn't help but catch a mere glance of myself in the mirror and think; damn, I wasn't planning on dressing like a badass bitch today but i'm going with it
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After grabbing my phone charger, I slid it into the miniature pocket of my bag and tucked my brass knuckles into the pocket on the side for easy access.
Never be unprepared am I right?
I slid on my silver hoops, that would shine from just a stray ray illuminating from the sun giving me a ghostly dark shadow of pure sovereignty. I grip the handle of my bag and slide it over my shoulder, before proceeding out my door and across the hall.
Gently turning the sleek silver door knob in front of me, I entered in tiptoe to her bright and live aqua colored room. I walked over to her peacefully hypnotized figure, and smiled in awe at the way her little nose twitches, as she slowly grips her tinkerbell comforter in her tiny fist. Before I even decide upon waking her, I quietly pull out some clothes for her to wear for the day, and lay them at the edge of her bed.
Standing back to my feet, I run my hand softly down the side of her precious little face and lean down leaving her with a loving kiss on her forehead. She begins to shift from my actions, but nonetheless stays sound asleep.
Gosh, I really don't want to wake her peaceful little figure.
In the end, I delicately shake her awake until her rarefied icy blue eyes meet my gentle lavender ones.
"Good Morning Munchkin, I laid your clothes out on the end of your bed so that all you have to do is slide them on. Once your done come downstairs and I'll make you my magic chocolate chip pancakes, okay?" I greet her sleepy, disoriented figure. She slowly nods in response, as I kiss her temple, while running a hand through untamed golden locks. Once she sits up, and pushes her blankets back with a shiver, I make my way back into the open hallway and down the stairs.
I lay my bag on my seat, and make my way into the kitchen to greet my beautiful mother who is currently dressed in her light blue scrubs.
"Mornin' Mammina" I sweetly embrace and kiss her cheek. My mother is definitely the most beautiful women I've ever met in my life, and no doubt the strongest. Not only does she have to deal with my retarded ass, but my two asshat brothers as well, which in my opinion takes a lot of strength and patience. I admire how my mothers flawlessly, tan skin shines beautifully under the kitchen chandelier, and how she still doesn't bare one storytelling crease upon her face. Her long blonde hair pinned back with a simple hair clip, only letting a few strands free to act as bangs.
