Asheville, North Carolina
Present time, August 16th 2018
A loud thud woke me up from my sleep. I was sure as hell almost startled to death.
I groaned, turned in my bed to find my phone. My eyes widened when I saw what the clock said.
"6:30? They have to be kidding," I whispered to myself, groaning and trying to shield myself with the pillow.
One more hour, I can sleep for at least an hour more. They can't keep waking me up like this.
I turned to my side, still hazy in the dream I just had. It was a nice one. About Dad and Mom...
I drifted off to sleep, feeling very heavy from the lack of sleep I had tonight.
I was once again startled out of my sleep, but because of the alarm I had sat. I had really forgotten that I had set an alarm.
It was 7:45 and it was beginning to get really light outside from the sun.
I groaned, rolling on my side, still clutching my blanket.
I had a dinner date with Carmen before I had to go to college tomorrow.
Getting off my bed and moving towards my closet that was almost emptied out. I picked a white top, denim blue pants and a beige cardigan. That must be okay for breakfast. It's not like Carmen ever minded my choice of clothes.
I looked myself up and down in the closet mirror. Didn't look too bad.
I went over to my little desk to put some mascara and eyeliner on and put my brown curled hair up in a bun, just so I didn't look totally dead.
On my way down I smashed into my brother.
"Oliver! Please move aside," I said firmly but softly.
He hummed, sent me a slight smile. "It's not me who's trying to push you down the stairs, Skylar," he teased, nudging my shoulder.
With the comment he moved, making room for me to go downstairs. I nudged him back and went my way down.
"Good morning, Sky!" my sister screeched from the kitchen when I arrived.
My father was standing beside her, smiling at me as I got down. "Morning, Skylar."
"Morning dad, morning Emma," I said and yawned when I took place at the kitchen counter.
They both sent me wide grins. Probably wondering if I'm excited for tomorrow.
I would lie if I said that I wasn't petrified, because I definitely was. New people had never been my thing. Not that I minded them, because I didn't. It's just overwhelming at times. Especially without Carmen by my side, luckily she was going to Branford College not long from Berkeley College.
We were both attending Yale University. Which was nice, because then we could continue to see each other. But we weren't driving together, because my Dad wanted us to drive there. For some odd reason I don't know.
I was definitely zoned out considering that Oliver was now standing by me, poking my side.
The startled noise that came out of my mouth made everyone in the room laugh. Including myself.
Minutes passed where we just had casual conversations. The time ran from me and I interrupted their talk.
"I have to run, love you," I said fast and ran out and took my black converse on.
I heard them yell back that they loved me as well when I closed the door to walk home to Carmen.