"Sweet Summer, babygirl", Olivia Jade mocks my about-to-lose-it self. Don't you react infront of these hoes, Cee.
"Ah bummer for us three", blabs Varsity. "We only get to have fun for the summer and Cecelia gets an extension of however long she wants", she really had to say it with the hair flip.
All the three of my supposedly "always there for each other" friends, Olivia, Varsity and Jaline had me looking like a clown with my expulsion letter in these crusty hands. To be honest, I saw this coming.
Without feeding them with any reaction, I cleared up my locker and left for home to vent out my brimming emotions.
I reach the gate to find a man, apparently a postman seeming lost so I approach him and guess what? Post for me! I sign off his register, unlock the gate and rush through the garden where my grandma is working. Yes, I lock my gate. It's just me and my old and too nice for this world, grandma here. I can't take no risks, she might get murdered or something. Who'll give me the guarantee that no one would think of stealing from this antique looking, highly crusty house or even worse!
I cannot show her my face, she reads it like a freaking psychiatrist or whoever reads the brain. She'd know that her only "lovely" grand-daughter is just not having it.
I try my best to enter quietly but this creaky door! "Cecelia, is that you?" shouts the little oldie.
"Yes, I am back", I shout back in her direction and storm upstairs.
Oh my god. What even the wreckage is this! Almost all of my clothes are torn apart, my books are on the damned wooden floor with pages scattered around. My pillow fuzz is spread out like snow, here and there.
What creature did this? I navigate through the room, and it's this stupid cat licking the apple pie off her paws.
So you did this? I lean over to grab it by it's back and it hisses at me, causing me to lose my balance and fall over, basically breaking the last bone that was left in my body today.
Where are you going?!! I can't with this cat! It jumps on my half-wrecked bookshelf and places it's paw on the crystal ball that Olivia gave me, once upon the childhood times and I know what this sneaky creature is gesturing. "Don't you dare to" I narrow my eyes and the cat flicks it off the bookshelf. Here comes the baseball player in me and it's a catch.
Before I could celebrate the victory of catching my crystal ball, my vanity mirror comes down crashing before my eyes. Shoot my head!
It's been an hour or so and this cat has given me a very tough time. My cardio is rocking, baby. My room, however has been upgraded to ruins now.
She broke my everything. And she is a "she" because it seems like she's on her period. Not that I'm a cat specialist to know whether they get periods or not.
After a little bit of a break along my bathroom door and a little bit of much needed contemplation, I decide to go inside the bathroom. With the little space left between the door jamb and the door, I analyse the movements of our enemy. She is absolutely not terrified of my sudden disappearance but seems a little thoughtful about it.
The plan is to trap the enemy in my head towel and throw her on the roof outside the window.
Okay snake, let's get you out of here. Slightly and gently opening the door, here I come all frenzy with my jump to catch the little snob and before catching the startled cat, I skid off the floor and break my back once again, thanks to the jam from the apple pie! With much frustration I grab the cat's leg but it manages to escape my hands.
The enemy has now approached the only intact area, that is, the bathroom. It goes all cats and rats again but this time I manage to de-strengthen the enemy by throwing cold water at it using the hand shower. Now approaching the weakened enemy with the towel, I grab it and yank it in excitement causing my elbow to push my expensive serum into the toilet. Oh lord!
The cat climbs up the window and leaves me to mourn in complete solitude.
My room is a wreck, I've been expelled from the college, my friends have turned into foes, all the plans of moving out with grandma and giving her a better life are crashing down right before my eyes. I'm a loser. I sigh and the bag of emotions inside of me bursts as I can't stop crying in my wrecked bathroom.
Why does this have to happen to me? Might as well check the letter that was sent and cry over another bad news.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be bad", a weird voice comes from behind.
I turn to check and there's no one. It's just my dumb brain. Really brain? You still have hopes? Stop giving me these optimistic phrases.
"I'm not sure if I'd call myself your brain but I sure- the voice continues and I look around to figure out what this is.
"Where is this voice coming from?"
"Uhm, here", I look up and a bat comes flying down on my knees.
"Hi!". It is speaking????
"Yeah don't be shocked. Actually, it's okay, I know you're probably alarmed by my breath taking beauty", the creature continues.
"No?" it asks and I move my head side to side in denial.
"Ah that's okay" the bat sighs and pauses for a while.
"Anywho, as I was saying, I could for sure give you some luck instead of optimistic speeches" it shrugs.
"What the hell are you?" I flick it off my knees.
"Oh there there" it replies. "You need not to be afraid" the bat says in a very low reassuring tune.