A different perspective

The Milk

Authors note: A lot of this story will be from the real show. All credit of those parts goes to them.

I opened my eyes and groaned. First day of school. First day of school, whoo hoo. First day of Junior Year. Okay, let's go.

I swung my feet off my bed and stood up, my blood vessels making my vision go black for a second. I undid my hair from the bun and opened the second-to-top drawer that held my already picked school outfit. Nothing fancy, I wasn't that kid. Just this nice purple shirt and jeans. I pinned my light brown hair up like I normally do as well as put on my old grey converse, and swung downstairs.

Out family was... rich you could say. My dad was a lawyer and as he says 'A damn good one.' Our house was pretty big in a small suburban part of Manhatten. 

"Well look at you!" My mother, Cynthia Murphy squealed as sat down.

"No need to say anything mom. I look normal."  I said. I could see her looking up the stairway too if my brother was following me, though she tried to keep the conversation going.

"But it's your first day of Junior Year, and you look so grown up!" I looked down at my clothes. 

"I look the exact same."

"How about your hair? Do you wanna re-dye it? I know you really liked the...indigo?"

"Mom, really, I'm fine."

"Just give her some satisfaction." My dad said coming out of the living room scrolling through his phone. 

"Larry, it's your children's first day of school, can you please look up for once from your device?"

"Cynthia, it's called a phone, you have one too." 

"I don't care! Why can't you pay attention, everything you need is right here!" A thumping sound emerged from upstairs. My brother came down wearing all black, like normal. He sat down rattling the spoons. "Hey, honey!" My mom rushed over to him looking him up and down. "Are you ready for your first day of school?" She sounded like she was talking to a 3-year-old.

Connor leaned forward, his dark brown should-length hair swishing down. "Why does it matter? I'm not going anyway." He muttered. Mom and Dad looked up. I opened my book quickly. 

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"It's your senior year, Connor. You are not missing the first day." My mom set down the cereal and milk. I grabbed it quick, knowing that Connor would finish it somehow. I poured my milk in first so that the cereal won't get soggy. Weird thing I do. Sue me. Connor's already tried.

"I already said I'd go tomorrow. I'm trying to find a compromise here." Connor stated.

"Are you going to get involved here?" My mom looked at my dad. "Or are you too busy on your email, Larry?"

He didn't look up. "You have to go to school, Connor."

"That's all you're going to say?"

"What do you want me to say? He doesn't listen. Look at him. He's not listening. He's probably high." I saw Connor look down. His eyes were bloodshot. Yep. I shut my book.

"He's definitely high." He glared at me.

He glared at me. "Fuck you."

"Fuck you." I shot back.

Mom tapped me. "I don't need you picking on your brother right now. That is not constructive." 

"Are you kidding?" I said.

"Besides, he's not high." Connor looked down again and stayed silent.

"Are you high?!" Connor neither confirmed or denied. "I do not want you going to school high, Connor. We have talked about this."

"Perfect. So then I won't go. Thanks, Mom!" His chair scraped as he got up and walked away. My mom sighed and turned away.

"Another masterful attempt ends with disaster." She sang. My dad shook his head, annoyed.

"Interstates already jammed." Now I 1: Am the sibling who's high. Or 2: My mom is singing about how shitty our family is.

"Pour another cup of coffee, and watch it all crash and burn." She wasn't wrong. My milk was running out. I exhaled and grabbed the milk carton to find it already empty.

"Connor finished the milk!" I set it down irritated.

"It's a puzzle, it's a maze, I try to steer through it a million ways, but each day's another wrong turn..." She shook her head. My dad picked up his coat and keys.

"I better head out." He said. I looked at my phone. 7:37. We lived close to the school, so we could get up late. I looked around. No Connor in sight. I sighed.

"If Connors not ready I'm leaving without him." I said and stepped out of the house with my dad. 

"Bye Zoe." My dad said still not looking up from his emails.

"Bye dad." I climbed into Connors car. He trudged out with his bag.

"Bye Connor." My dad yelled.

"Fuck off, Larry." Connor slid into the passenger seat. I knew better than to comment. We pulled up to our school and before the car stopped Connor walked away. I sighed and parked it. I pulled out my earbuds and phone.

"Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon. College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June!"

Me too.

My best friend Willa Myella ran up to me. Willa was shorter than me by about three inches. She had light brown hair, like mine, but shorter. She had a big smile and had also dyed her hair, but dyed it blue, instead of indigo. "Hi, Zoe! Happy first day!" I smiled.

"Thanks. Love the shirt." I said pointing to her Phillies shirt. 

"That's right Mets punk. You better."

"Y'know in New York I really don't think it's-" 

"'Scuse me, ladies! Comin' through!" Jared Kleinman pushed us apart, cutting me off. I only knew his name because he was loud enough to remember.

"Sooo, how was your summer?" Willa said changing the subject. I gestured a so-so symbol with my hand. "Meet anyone cute?" I shot a glare at her and shook my head.

"How 'bout you?" 

"Well, I met two people! Well, one was a girl she was named Amy, we were CIT's together and she was really nice a really good kisser-" I jabbed her with my elbow. "What? Ohhh, don't worry, you'll meet your special someone!"

"That's not what I'm worried about!"

"Can I continue?"

"Be my guest."

"Okay, well another was this guy, named Riley-" This senior who I've spoken to a couple times came up to us.

"Hi, guys! How are you doing?" She looked at Willa. "I'm Alana Beck."

"Oh, uh, I'm Willa Myella."

"That's nice. Happy first day!" And she skipped off over to this kid with a broken arm, who I think names was Evan, who I... maybe had liked for some time now. I dunno he had these cute quirks and I knew that he was more than the surface that he always was.

The bell rang. Me and Willa both groaned. "'Good morning, time to start the day!'" I quoted, darting an eye towrd Evan.

"Shut up." She said.