That One Girl #Wattys2017

Chapter 7: Flashbacks

I was woken up by the familiar pounding on the door. It was my mother's warning, saying she would burst in, in the next minute.

I groaned and shouted, my croaky voice sounding like a cat screeching, "I'm up! Stop banging on the door!" After a minute, the banging stopped and I heard feet hitting the floor.

I rolled around, making myself a burrito. I'm hungry. I should go eat something. Ugh!

I rolled again, almost falling off the bed and glared as I opened my eyes.

I looked around at my boring, simplistic room. I closed my eyes, wishing I could fall back on my bouncy bed. I heard footsteps ascending the stairs and hurried to the bathroom on the other side of my room, dodging my phone charger.

Once I was inside my bathroom, I stared at the hamper that had that dreadful metal sticking out, perfectly sharpened to cut your leg. We needed a new hamper, that's for sure. I continued staring, my mind blank as I traced the designs on the won out white material with my eyes.

We got this hamper two years ago when I was in 7th grade. It was the only thing that reminded me of the terrific life I had back in Colorado. My mind flashed to the time I thought I had finally made a genuine friend. Although I wasn't bullied then I still wasn't liked by most of the school.

"You're Alyssa Roberts right?" A girl asked cheerfully.

"Um..yeah. Why?" I had asked back, warily.

No one really talked to her. If they did they'd probably get kicked of the majestic social ladder that had been built at the middle school.

'I wonder why?' I thought sarcastically. In the end, apparently her friends had dared her to act nice to me.

I was shaken out of my reverie when another set of fists sounded at my bathroom door. I didn't make a sound. I was too tired to even try. It was just my mother anyways.

"Honey,if you don't open this damn door right now..." She trailed, her controlled voice sounding muffled by the still locked door. I contemplated if I should just stay in the surprisingly comfortable room, or open the door and actually have to socialise with my parents, or rather my mom.

I sighed and opened the door, smiling as normally as I could without showing her the bitter thoughts that were just going through my head.

"Mom we need a new hamper for my bathroom." I told her, smiling at the surprised look that she tried to conceal. Usually when I was locked in my bathroom I didn't open the door for 2 hours or so. But I was trying to forget the things I used to do. My mom was more experienced with my habits, hence the surprised face. My dad was usually out with his co-workers or at work.

"Oh. Yes...well, come on. I made you a sandwich." She informed me, slowly straying her brown eyes from my smiling face to the open door.

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I bit into the cheese oozing sandwich, moaning at the taste of cheese. I love cheese. We should have a holiday on the birthday of the guy who invented cheese.

'Note: Look up who invented cheese.'

I scoffed, I'll probably just forget it. My mom had gone into the kitchen saying she was going to make some kind of cupcake. I had tuned out because 'how I met your mother' started playing. I mean, come on do you really think I will listen to you talk when Barney is being bae? I think not.

Shit. Do I have homework?

Oh my god! I do! Wait, it's due on Tuesday. It's fine.

I nodded to myself and ventured into the best t.v. show again. Yes, I'm a procrastinator. It isn't bad really...I mean as long as you finish it in time and it looks awesome, everything is good.