I'm Alexia Miller and welcome to my world. No more no less.
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'This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire'
"Ugh!!" I groaned as loud as I could while turning and tossing angrily on the bed.
'This girl is on fire....
She's walking on fire....'
"Shut up! " I shouted using both my pillows to cover my ears but I could still hear the frustrating noise.
'She's walking on fire....'
That's it, I've had enough. I could feel fumes coming out of my ears - I was really mad. I angrily took the annoying alarm clock and threw it far away to make it stop singing.
"Why don't you let me sleep!" I groaned. "Ugh!" This is so annoying (stupid alarm). Who the hell invented alarms - are you out to piss me off - Beware for I'm coming for your soul.
Getting up from the bed in the morning was one of the hardest thing for me. No! I'm not disabled, I'm perfectly fine. I just don't feel like it (I'm a lazy bone). Truthfully I'm not a morning person in fact I love to sleep, I sleep a lot, I can sleep for the whole world -not joking (wow! One of my super powers) - that's how much I love to sleep (interesting right?).
I began tossing and turning on the bed trying to find a perfect spot that will immediately take me to dream land but from the looks of it that won't be possible due to the fact that a certain alarm clock drove the sleep. Damn! I wasn't ready to break up with it yet (my most wonderful boyfriend).
"Please come back, I still need you." I whined while shaking my legs on the bed. "Don't break up with me yet". I shut my eyes tightly hoping to get some sleep but it didn't work - so painful.
Damn! There are many things I want to do, places I need to go. I still want to go to pony island and cupcakes village, I want to sing with the faires and most importantly - stuff my face with as much chocolate cake as I could without getting a glare or scolding from mum, to prank my teachers, to be free from detention. So you need to come back to me and take me there.
I stared at the ceiling thinking of how my day was going to be - pretty much the same; Home, school (Nah! Save me), prank someone (Hmm, love it), extra classes (No way, I have to escape), home again. Sometimes I wished my day could go in this way; sleep (my love), eat (important), eat again (seriously loving it), sleep (yes!). It may sound boring but when it comes to food and sleep then I'm totally down for it (got that right).
After a long hour of contemplating either to get up or not, i finally decided to (drum roll) GET UP (yay!). I sat down on my bed while rubbing my eyes trying to get a clearer view of my bedroom. The walls were painted in ash colour everything about my room spelt BORING in capital letters and I like it that way. It has this cozy feeling to it - maybe to only me. There had been countless of time my Mum wanted to change the decorations in my room but Dad stopped her claiming that the room belongs to me not her and whenever I'm ready to change the moody colour, he will be the first to tear it down (Typical Dad).
No one likes it even my best friend claims that my looks lifeless - everyone with their own opinions - what can I say, deep down I like annoying them (you didn't hear that from me).
I'm not the fancy type of girl, who cares about the way I look or dress (oh la la). In fact I'm actually the girl who would wear sweat pants all day and won't give a shit (so relaxing). Also, I'm a lovable person who never get upset (say what!!!!).
"Do i really have to go school." I whined again (No school. I beg you).
Wait a minute, I can pretend to be sick (yes! That works everytime) as long as mum isn't home. Time to act sick.
"ALEXIA PRECIOUS MILLER!!!" I heard my mum shout from downstairs.
What?!! She's still at home. "No no no" I cried silently into my pillow.
"Get your butt down here young lady" she shouted again.
"Yes mum" I replied.
Why hasn't she gone to work? My plans won't work on her, last time I pretended to be sick she took me to the doctor despite my begging not to bother the doctor and let me rest at home but no.... she insisted on going to the hospital cause she wanted to be sure it wasn't a serious illness (Typical mum).
The doctor told her that I was very healthy and I could go back to school - that doctor doesn't know how to play along despite all my eye signals. Damn. I could still feel the glare my mum gave me (makes me shiver). So that trick won't work this time as long as she's home (oh brother).
I'm literally out of ideas. No escaping today (No!!!!!), school here I come (oh! torture)
Getting up from bed, I walked towards the bathroom which was connected to my room, when I suddenly saw it (oh no!) pieces of my alarm clock shattered everywhere. 'So it broke but i didn't throw it that hard' I thought. Guess I don't even know my own strength (I'm super girl). Another alarm bite the dust (RIP alarm), that was my fourth alarm clock this week and it's just Friday. I really was on fire.
Note to self : change alarm tone (ASAP).