Still sleeping, ignoring the sound of my alarm clock. The sun's rays dimmed on my face, another way of the universe telling me is"TIME TO WAKE UP"
"Jocelyn! Jocelyn!!"my mom called me, opening the curtains and the window, allowing the summer breeze come in
"Hmm... Mom, it's too early. Give me a few minutes"I said covering my self in my coozy blanket
"It's 7am and besides,it's your first day at Victoria High. We don't want a bad impression on your first day of school"my mom replied, leaving a basket filled with my clean laundry it
"Wait! Today's Monday. Oh no,why didn't you wake me up earlier"I said, leaving my bedroom in a hurry.
I raced downstairs to the bathroom to freshen up. The downstairs bathroom is the only good one after my brother,Owen clogged the upstairs'bathroom with his disgusting science project
"Good morning Dad"I said as I saw him in the living room, sitting on his favorite arm chair, reading the morning paper.
"Good morning Jocelyn"he replied, still focused on his newspaper.
I got there only to discover that the door was locked. Owen must be in there, practicing his morning speech for Yvonne.
"Owen! Owen!! Open this door"I said, knocking very hard
"No"he responded
"Please Owen,I really need to freshen up or I'll be late for school"I pleaded
"Beg me"he said
"Pretty please"I begged him
"On your knees"he demanded
"No, forget it"I declined
"Fine,have fun going to school with having a shower"he said
"Please Owen,I promise to do your chores for a week"I offered
"No"declined
"How about I give you a $50 bill?"I offered
"With my chores for a week?"he added
"Yeah"I accepted
"With..."he said
"Owen!"I yelled
"Fine. I'm coming"he said, opening the door
"It's all yours,my lady"he said leaving the bathroom
I went in immediately and slammed the door at his face. Before I continue,let me introduce myself.
Hi, I'm Jocelyn McDonald. Jocky for short. I'm seventeen years old. I'm a music freak. I really love music: hip-hop,R&B,you name it. I'm kind of the second child of my mother. Grown-ups believe when we add a year to our life,we practically become mature but believe me,I'm still behave like a ten year old. Most girls wants to live in a Barbie Dream World but for me,I don't believe in those myth. I love fairy tale princesses but I don't want to be one. I want to live my own life, go on adventure and explore the world. I'm shy girl when I'm around new people but a talkative to people I'm familiar with. My family and I moved to Florida after my grandmother passed away. My Dad thought the best thing for us was to leave and change our environment. I kind of miss my friends back home especially my best friend, Angela. Today is my first day at Victoria High. I hope I make some new friends there. Enough with the chit-chat,it's time to be realistic.
I brushed my teeth and remembered to use the dental floss just as my dentist recommended. I took a nice cold shower and cleaned myself using my grey towel with a guitar embroidered on it. I wore my blue bathroom robe, went upstairs to get dressed. I opened my bedroom door and saw my uniform,well ironed and gently placed on bed by my mom. God bless that woman. I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn! I looked perfect! I took some pictures and posted it on Facebook with the hastag 'first day at school'. I packed my bag and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Jocelyn,what took you so long?"my mom asked
"Sorry mom,I was going to take a bath until someone won't let me in"I said, referring to Owen
"Enough with your blame game. Eat up or you'll be late for school"my dad said, sipping his coffee
"Becareful not yo spil Mable syrup on your shirt"Owen teased
"Owen!"my mom cautioned
"What? Just saying"Owen replied
"It's time to go. School starts at 8am and we have only 15 minutes to get there. We may reach there on time and avoid any traffic jam along the way"my dad said wearing his blue coat and grabbing his briefcase
"Jocelyn, here's your lunch"my mom said,handing me a brown bag containing sandwich and an apple
"Thanks Mom"I replied
"Have a nice day at school"she added
"I will"I replied