13

SPLAT!

In anger, I throw my bed sheets away from me and make my way to the window. I slide the window up to see who was waking me up at the butt crack of dawn.

A girl who is fairly tall with wavy brown hair and glasses stands in front of my small cottage home. A wet hand cloth was in her right hand. In the distance her dark red bike was in the woods. The basket on the bike seemed to have more hand cloths.

“Wake up, you lousy prude! It’s the last day of our freedom!” she shouted.

“Why at 5 in the morning?” I replied.

“Why not?!” she hollered.

“Mmhm” I mumbled.

I shut my window on her hoping she’d notice that I’m not happy with her at the moment. That’s Ireland Garner. One of my closest friends.

I heard a knock on my door.

“Nelda hun, Ireland is here.”

I’m not surprised he’s up. My father is a busy person. He works from 4 in the morning to 8 at night. He says he likes it, but clearly he doesn’t. Him being our island’s only journalist, he tries his best to amaze everyone.

“I know, Dad” I responded.

I walk over to my light switch and flip it upwards so the light can give me eyes to see through the darkness. My room isn’t the tidiest room on the planet. Clothes from sweaters to sweatpants were all over my floor. It looked like a tornado swept through this place. SPLAT!

I ran back to the window and slid it up with force.

“I’m coming! Calm down!” I screamed.

The smile on her face made me to want to punch her more. I slammed the window back down and looked for clothes.

Searching the floor, I went for black athletic shorts and a white T-shirt. I jogged to my door and opened it quickly. I ran to the bathroom which was luckily three steps away.

Looking in the mirror was a girl with long, curly ginger hair and a random scar behind her ear. It looks like a pencil to be honest, its as thin and long as a pencil.  She was average height and pretty muscular.

I brushed  my teeth in a hurry and tried to brush my hair but the brush got stuck, leaving me to pull the brush out with strength. I gave up trying to brush my hair and put my hair in a bun and launched my body down stairs. I swear I missed four steps.