it's monday, and i am NOT ready to get up.
i'm still not used to the time change, though i've been here for a month.
i shut my alarm off and rolled off of my bed. i fixed my sheets, comforter, and pillows, making my way to my closet.
i pulled off a white cropped t shirt from its hanger and a pair of blue jean shorts. i pulled my clothes on and grabbed a random pair of sandals. i eyed myself in the full body mirror on my door before heading to the bathroom.
tim wasn't up yet, so i had the bathroom to myself. teb uses our parents' bathroom.
i grabbed my clear brow gel and brushed my brows up and to the sude, taming them so they weren't too crazy. i got my favourite eyeshadow palette and brushed a peachy pink shade on my lids, blending it so it wasn't bold and so... opaque.
i put on eyeliner and swiped my mascara on, brushing my teeth, and finishing with some pink lip gloss. i brushed my hair, put it into a ponytail, grabbed my backpack, and went downstairs to get breakfast.
tim relunctantly agreed to let jon ride with us after school everyday, courtesy of me threatening him with taking all the muffins from him.
today, teb had a field trip to a butterfly museum, so our mom was taking her to school today.
i ate a chocolate chip muffin as i waited for tim to come downstairs. and when he did, i nearly smacked his forehead.
he wasn't even dressed for school.
"tim!" i screamed at him. he winced at my loud voice.
no way.
"are you... hungover?" i said in a cautious voice. he just groaned and walked to the cabinets and made cereal.
"just leave me alone." he mumbled. how did he possibly get drunk? he just sat in his room all day yesterday.
oh.
"you snuck out?!" i whispered harshly, even though my mom was taking teb to school and dad was at work.
"yeah, and hush. my head hurts." i rolled my eyes at this. i got up and went to the medicine cabinet and pulled down a bottle of painkillers. i poured out a few, counting out 3 and putting the rest back up. i git a glass of water and handed both of them to tim.
"here." he took the glass and pills.
"thanks, elle." i nodded at him and went back upstairs to fetch my phone and some clothes for tim so he can get dressed and quick.
i grabbed a random pair of jeans and a blue t shirt for him. i grabbed some socks from his dresser and the tennis shoes he wears all the damn time.
i ran back downstairs and handed him the clothes.
"get changed or no more muffins." i pointed at him warningly, and grabbing the keys to his car. i texted jon to tell him we're about to leave.
jon came out a few minutes later zipping his backpack. i turned on the car, blasting the a/c because let me tell you, australia in march is hot as hell. and, according to jon, it's even hotter in january.
