Paying Attention

CHAPTER THREE


On Friday morning I wake up and think about yesterday and about Mr. Hotty Mc. Hot Hot. I can't help wondering why he asked me for number eight on the worksheet. Could he seriously not tell how I hadn't done any of the work and I kept on glancing at the clock?

Oh well, can't worry about it now. It's 6:45 and I still have to get ready for school which starts at 7:45. I was supposed to get up like fifteen minutes ago, but the Snooze and the Stop buttons were staring at me right in the face, and I knew that if I pressed the Stop button I would never wake up. Also, I really just wanted my alarm to shut up.

Now that I am awake I am just sitting up and I stare at my bed spread. My eyes start to close again but I will them back open. I look around, back down at my bed, groan, and get up. Once I get out of bed I turn on my light and blink away the searing pain, and in the process remind myself not to look in my full length mirror right now or it will cause even more pain. Once my eyes adjust to the light I open my closet and look at my clothes and wonder what I am going to wear today. I contemplate on the idea of stealing something of my sister Mariah's, but then dismiss it because I know that she will never let me. It would also be hard to steal something right now considering that she is getting ready for school too. And doing something like that will make her mad. And mean and tired is not a good mix.

I continue to stare at my clothes for another five minutes or so, then sigh and grab one of my minni dresses and my leggings and put those on. Finally after all that is done I shuffle upstairs and turn on the kitchen light and grab a bowl of cereal. It takes me about ten minutes to eat it all, and then by the time that I am done it's 7:15. Five minutes slower than usual.

After I put my bowl in the sink I head back downstairs and go to brush my teeth. As I'm doing so I look at my pale skin and my blue eyes. My mom say's that I have full libs, so guess I'm pretty lucky there. But my hair. It's short and light brown with blond streaks in it. People ask me if I died my hair recently and I say, "Nooo." And that's all for the conversation. Other people have said that I'm a dirty blond and I say, "I am not a dirty blond. This is clearly brown." But some people just don't believe me. It's really annoying. I guess that I have a pretty thin body, but I still feel like a total fatty. Food is my lover.

Now that I am done I look at my face to see if I need any makup. Maybe some cover up because I look like Edward Cullen right now. And that is not pretty. Luckily I don't need any more makup, because I really don't feel like putting any more on.