I pulled the covers from over my head as the sun beamed in my face, "Damnit" he hisses sitting up. I looked over to the clock that flashed 7:00 making me glare. oh joy I didn't wake up dead
I grabbed my marker drawing a big X on the 5th of September, my day of being a junior. "Zaynie get up! First day back at school!"
I groaned loudly rolling off my bed onto the floor curling into a ball, I unplug my phone looking phone. Tumblr notifications, I sigh putting it back on the charger sitting up to head to the bathroom
"ZAYN WAKE UP"
"I HEARD YOU WOMAN" Zayn yells back. "Oh sorry dear, well get dressed big day today" He hears his aunt chirp happily on the other side of the door.
I stared at the door for a while before cursing mentally, "I shouldn't have told her when school started" he mumbles
After taking a shower and picking out clothes to wear, I looked into the mirror that was hung in the living with a groan. Today was Monday which means the first day back at school, aka hell.
I hated Highschool, I think it's was such bullshit. Especially having to be different, because in school you're not normal if you're not like everyone else.
Highschool throughout the years evolved from something so excited for teens turning into hell for others. Like me since I'm not popular, but I don't really care for that
I mean after highschool no one will remember that you were the 'king or queen' of the school. Let alone remember that you were important because of your status, I'll bet you ten bucks that those people will come to the reunion looking the opposite
All gorgeous and popular in highschool, then next your working at a market in a ratty old apartment pondering your olden days about how everyone loved you
I grab my oversized beige jumper with a red and green stripe going across it. It's a little 90's look, but I liked that.
I gently shake it out it before slipping it over my head. I made sure my hair wasn't sticking up or anything before walking towards the kitchen.
The smell of bacon and waffles filled the air making me groan, but in good way. "Morning sweetheart" My Aunt Carla called out as she places the separate plates filled with waffles, eggs and bacon on the table.
She had raven colored hair like mines that stopped right at her shoulders, bright blue eyes and a smile that warmed everyone's heart including mines being the hateful person I am.
If there was anybody in the world that I loved the most besides Vincent Van Gogh, that would be my Aunt Carla. She is literally my one and only. She practically raised me from the time I was ten years old, when my mom was just
Yeah I don't like talking about it that much, so let's skip that
My dad died from leukemia when I was nine years old, when he found out about it he thought he had no chance of survival
When he realized he wasn't feeling his absolute best that was when he finally went to the doctors. At the time I didn't know what leukemia meant, I remember asking him all the time about it but he told me he was just slightly ill and not to worry.
Basically at that age all I was worried about was power rangers and coloring books
I didn't realize how much I missed him til he was gone, when he was in the hospital he would always say to me
