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AH! Good Morning body organs!

I woke up with excitement still lingering throughout my body. Looking at my white with black swirly designed wall and my modern designed room. Thanks for the help of my mom, my room looks gorgeous. Uncovering myself to feel the warmth of the breeze coming from my window which I think I forgot to close because ,once again, excitement. Woah! come to think of it I must be more careful.

Something could have been stolen, my precious stuff!

I could have been kidnapped, my precious mind!

I could have die, my precious parents...

Which I didn't, Lucky for me no one had the intentions to do something gruesome like that. Since I still got 15 minutes and, precisely talking, 27 seconds. I could just think what would happen in school. Ah! I feel sick with apprehension. Why mind? Why?

Sickness just got to me thinking that its my first time being a junior highschool since I got home schooled for Grade 7 and Grade 8.

I must be thinking intensely because I got a comment from my mom saying;

"Honey, There's a sculpture of 'The Thinker' in Cyan's room"

Oh How my Mom,  Alexandra P. Mendez, make comments about me in a nerdy way always earns a giggle from me.

"Whats up?" Is all I got and I cant think of any comeback.

"I just want to check up on you If you were ready. I guess not yet EYYY, After you get dressed up come eat with us. Bacons for breakfast.''

"Mkay" I replied as she was going out of my room.

But no time for giggling I must start my new routine now! I planned this skeptically, so this time I will forgive my inner self for making a mistake (If ever my skeptical plan will not work) Good thing I already packed my stuff in my plain white bag. I think its a great idea that its white, me being bullied and what not. The bullies always ending up trashing my bag, leaving and stains and dirt on it. Maybe it will become a work of art, contemporary art of course, after the first month of the school year therefor I will have approximately 9 artsy bag.

The clothes are checked, today i'm wearing my nerdy outfit since I don't want fame in the real world. But I want fame in the internet.How am I this weird? For me 1 million followers in IG isn't enough. The thing is I don't show my face there.

So i'm wearing a long electric blue plaid skirt matching a white t-shirt maybe Ill wear suspenders... Nah its too fashionable ... Wow to the nerd I am I always take a lot of time to pick an outfit even If I already done it at night. Why do all girls do that?

"Why does it takes a long time for a girl to pick an outfit? Such a waste of time"

I said to myself as I was wearing my clothes.

"I take that back I look good in this outfit. "

Talking to myself AGAIN as I pulled one of the suspenders up flick it to my shoulders. Then I brushed my dirty blonde hair that is waist length with a tint of brown near the end. I haven't color dyed my hair but the ombre seems unusual, its still natural, so it's allowed. I think it's because my hair isn't healthy at all. I matched it with a dark blue headband to give my hair a little accent.

Satisfied with my look I came down stair to the kitchen to meet my mom only almost devouring the whole plate of bacon.

"Hey mom, wheres Dad?" she stopped eating to look at me.

"He disappeared!" She said making a goofy gastly face but she didn't recieve any chuckle or laugh from me, I just stared at her, so she just continued eating... Awkwardly..

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