Ever thought of writing your lifestory in a book so people would know how dramatic it's twist is and how it is better than that 4 season tv show you always watch with your parents where the protagonist is being beaten up into it's lowest low so it could earn sympathy to the people watching and in the next episode, it turned into a wacko and kills all the people that hurted her? Well, my mind always argues with that.
Facing the blank paper, I am trying to think of another story to write. Perhaps I should start writing about a goat who loves a cat. Is it even possible?
My parents told me once that the more the two are unlike, the more they are perfect for each other. Like the cap and the bottle. Yeah, the cap is small, and the bottle is big but if you fill it with water and you want it to be sealed properly, avoiding any forms of waste, it should be sealed with the cap. They are different but they are perfect for each other. However, it's too cliché for my likings.
I hated my brain for not functioning right when I need it. I wanted to be productive today since it's going to be the last day of me being free, tomorrow is school day and I hated dealing with a lot of people but I love it at the same time.
Sighing, I left it in my desk and jump into my bed. I decided to open my instagram account, checking if there are new updates from my celebrity crushes.
Scroll.
Hit the heart button.
Scroll.
Hit the heart button.
Damn this is so boring, but not until a message pops, it was from my friend.
FaveGurlFriend: I'm gonna pick you up 10 minutes earlier because Christ is gonna go and ride with Zel. Please wake up early. If you do, I'll reward you with an ice cream after school.
My eyes instantly lit up in the last part of the message.
Ice cream
Well, who doesn't want that lovely, smooth, yummy, sweet, and tasty ice cream. Especially if it's chocolate, or vanilla, or bubblegum, or every flavor!
I sent her a reply that says, 'Yes sir!' with a smiling emoji on the side of it.
So yeah, I'm a junior now, or the 11th grade and I still don't get to have a car. My mom thinks I should just ride the bus because it's more safer than me going fast and furious with my car.
You can't blame me if I failed 7 driving lessons because I wanted to drift awesomely and challenge myself to not use the break. Blame the game Dr.Driving.
My mom was thankful that I got awesome friends who offers to drive me to school and back. She always gives me an extra cash for gas but I never offered it to any of them since I know they're not gonna accept it.
I was excited for the ice cream tomorrow so I decided to sleep early and leave the suppose task I am doing.
Drifting off to dreamland was horrifying but awesome at the same time.
Seing unicorns that wears Victoria Secret lingerie.
And
A complete silence in the darkness.
...
Groaning and tossing from the left side to the right is what I hate about monday, or everyday. I don't understand why it is easier to sleep than to wake up and start the day.
I have no choice tho. If I want some ice cream later, I need to go and take a bath.
If you're wondering why I'm sacrificing a minute of sleep to get up and get ready so I can have my ice cream later. Well, Shia, the friend who texted me last night buys this expensive ice cream and I can guarantee you that it taste heaven. I don't really like spending money so she uses that as a bribe to me. I'm not gonna complain tho, I love it.
I am now combing my black hair, which is straighter than me and pulled it into a bun. I always dry my hair after bath because I hate wetting my shirt. I'd rather be the wet one.
Kidding.
After checking myself out in the mirror, and my bag if it has all the things I need, I got out of my room.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw Shia eating a breakfast with my family.
I only have one sibling, and it's a boy. He's in 3rd grade now and is annoying as heck. I always wish he could turn into a baby again and never grow old because he looks and acts cute if he's a baby.
Shia smiled at me and continue to devour on the food my mom cooked for us. Dad was reading a newspaper when I kissed him goodmorning. I also did the same thing to my mom and stuck my tongue out to my brother, which he mouthed me 'bitch' in return. Since when did he learn to say that?
"Take care! Love you both. Tell Christ and Zel I said hi! " my mom was close with my friends to the point that she forgets I'm her daughter whenever they come and have a sleep over.
"Thank you Mom! Bye"
"Thanks Momz! Bye "
See? Shia even calls her Momz.
Entering the passenger seat of Shia's new BMW M2, she got that for her sixteenth birthday. Her parents are filthy rich but they are hardly home so it's just her and her maids.
I smelled the inside and sigh because it smells awesome. She was rambling again about how her boyfriend should stop eating mac and cheese because she hates the smell of it. I always wish they would break up so I can stop hearing this ramblings from her. I hope it happens soon, I don't even trust her boyfriend that much. Aside from the fact that he hates mac and cheese, he always steals Shia from our bonding moments and don't get me started with how he treats her.
He is not handsome. Not even close.
I was pulled away from my thoughts when Shia stopped the engine. She was now smiling widely at me that I almost got scared. I'd rather see her frown that this creepy smile.
"Are you ready? " she grins at me and opens her door. Oh, I've been dying to go school. Note the sarcasm.