You've got to be kidding me! I was already sweating my butt off at 6 o'clock in the morning. Dammit! Wasn't it enough that my radio alarm clock woke me up? It wasn't the fact that it woke me up at 5 A.M but that the song that greeted me was "All the Things She Said." Hands down, I know T.a.T.u's cool; being lesbians with high pitched voices, but I didn't plan on waking up to them. Stupid fruity brother, he was the one listening to them the other night...One day I'll make sure to perform the show he put on for me that night. Damn American Idol turned him into a cross dresser.
Then, I just needed to take a shower.
Recklessly, I tossed the bed collection guarding me onto the floor and rolled until I hit the end of my bed. I pushed myself over until I tumbled into the pillows that decorated my floor. If my mom ever found me in that position she would've kill me, she seems to love the throw pillows more than me.
Gaining my energy back before lifting myself up, I accidentally placed my hand onto the radio remote control and slipped landing back onto my face and turning on my radio. "Ahh...," I groaned "I hate my room." My room hates me. There once was a time when I attempted to make my room friendly by posting and pining ‘I love Kaitlyn' everywhere, my plan backfired. I wasn't able to enter my room for a week! I was just learning to appreciate myself, when will mother dear realize that? Well, the only reason why I stay in my room is because of my bed; everything else is cursed by Pier 1imports.
Before I condole myself my head shot up when I heard the noises of disc spinning. Track #2 shined in bold green, beginning to play in my defeat.
No! I wouldn't allow it to win.
Just when the lyrics started I threw my pillow hoping to hit the main power button. I missed. It's such a big button too! It only made matters worse. I buried my head back into my pillows too dejected to make another attempt.
"All the things she said, All the things she said, All the things she said," it kept repeating that same line over and over. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt too fat to move!!!
"Shut Up, Shut Up, SHUT UP!" Before I could lash out in anger, possibly breaking my new radio, a flood of light entered my room.
"Would you shut that shit off?" an irritated voice asked. Oh great! The song attracted the sexy crack whore. Thank gosh she turned off the radio; however, I still didn't like her. I lifted my eyes only to meet the shadow towering over me. Already recognizing the owner of that repulsive voice, I didn't need to confirm the fact that is was Marina. Who's Marina? You may ask. She's the sexually active loser that sleeps in the room next to me. No, she's not my sister, but the daughter of my mom's boyfriend. I dread the day when we'll officially become sisters...step sisters.
I do have to admit though....she's okay looking. Okay, okay I'm lying, she's pretty enough to get the whole school to bang her, even I almost oofed her. It must be her body. Her frame is very well-developed shaped with generous curves and she doesn't need to work out to be skinny, but she does do drugs. I don't meet her eyes but reach her shoulders, probably around 5'7. Her hair is kept short which she occasionally spikes up in the back, with two bangs framing her face. When she does spike it up in the back I tell her she looks like a man that likes guys, she uses that comment to her advantage by harassing me. If you take the time to examine her face you'll see that light freckles embellish her cheeks. The freckles are kind of cute but they are nothing compared to the heavens that stare down on them. Yes, her eyes. They actually add a touch of innocence to her, a deep shade of thoughtful green twinkles in contrast to her dirty blonde hair. Still, if we were ever to have an eye contest I'd win. Hah, she knows it too. She was searching for them the minute she walked through my door. Heh heh, but I refused to look at her. She would've been able to read my dirty thoughts.
My eyes are tinted by a thin layer of blue, as clear as the afternoon sky, usually attracting deep stares and many compliments from people. That's why I wear sunglasses, afraid that people will see through my cool exterior...my wall. I don't share my personal life with people and barely console with my best friend Cassidy, also with another close friend. Which I almost forgot, I had to keep my distance away from my close friend that day. Haven't talked to her for two weeks, she was probably still mad at me for declining her offer.
When Marina finally gave up seeking my hidden eyes she sneered at her self and looked away. Then she began kicking me lightly, nudging me to get up but I wiggled back into my original spot. "Get up!" Irritation could be felt through her weak shoves as she continued. Then both arms crossed when I showed no signs of getting up, I've reached her boiling point. "Get up you fat shit," she warned. Why was she still bothering me? She got to take a shower first, obviously already dressed and ready for school. She definitely didn't need a ride from me she has her pretty boys to pick her up. It have must be the song, it brought her to my room; damn song brings me misery.
Giving up on the second try, Marina exasperatedly sighed in defeat ready to walk away. Before turning to remove herself from my room she decided to leave me with one more insult. "Whatever, go ahead and stay on the floor you fucking whale." Oops! That's the wrong word to use around me, stupid potty mouth. The "F" word totally gets on my nerves. So when she began to make her exit I swiftly grabbed her ankle and pulled her down. Then I reeled her underneath me, enough to meet each others eyes. It was so cool! It was like a reenactment of The Grudge, except I was fatter and too lazy to crawl so I pulled her towards me. I also looked exceptionally sexy positioned over her. My left palm holding me up, right hand resting on her hips, and my stark black hair draped over my shoulders falling onto the ground and some tickling Marinas exposed skin. In return her expression was overturned, her embedded smirk easily dropped and her eyes widened in shock. She was cute and profoundly blushing. I thought she was used to being on the bottom.
"That's beautiful whale to you," I giggled "Say it, Beau-Tiful~ Whale." My singing robbed her cute face and replaced it with a sneer.
"Fuck me or get off," she offered as she adjusted herself comfortably below me. "Get off, get off!" I thought as I jumped back in panic.
"You're disgusting," I stated as I used her face to help push me up. "I'd rape myself before doing you."
"You stupid bitch," she screeched "My make up!" It's not like her face paint made a difference. Well, I ignored her threatening curses and left to take a shower. "Kaitlyn, are you listening to me? Get back over here, you-" Closed to door. Her volume increased, but the sentences were muffled. I didn't care what she said then; I was too determined to take a shower. So I carried myself down the stretch of the hall, warm colors and pleasant designs I've never grown weary of entertained me. My mom is perfect when it comes to decorating the house, creative in her own sense of style. I'd have to say that the hallway holds a homey feeling, a welcoming presence. Plush carpet, sandy colored walls, and light decorations along the walls. The ornament that usually catches my attention is the face mirror that hangs at the end of the walk. Elegant curves are etched into the polished mahogany frame, emphasizing on the importance of its purpose. It holds the true meaning of life, of beauty.
Me.
Yup, that's all the beauty I need. At least that's what I thought then. The antique holds the reflection, but it always bounces back to me revealing the fact that I'm the only one that looks into it. I was very content with what I saw. Sure the bottom half of my body was cut off, but that didn't stop me from loving myself. Hey, what's a fat girl to think? Always look on the positive side rather than the negative.
Well, after admiring myself I shuffled into the bathroom, closing and securing the door. I reached to the right taking a hold of the built in closet handle. Before I was able to open doors of the storage it swung open and I jumped back. An exceptionally possessed retard popped out, robed in various colors of clean towels. He attempted to imitate a growl, but instead it sounded like he was gurgling spit. I didn't know how he did it, but he managed to get saliva on me. So as I was wiping my face clean with the back of my hand he giggled with content making his plan seem successful. Oh my gosh, I'm related to a dork who wears a towel as his cape and shirt tucked into his underwear as his suit. I groaned to myself, too tired to lecture my brother about being normal. So I grabbed him by the underwear forcing him out of the cabinet. He screamed as he fell to the ground. "Ow, Kaitlyn! That hurt you meanie!" he complained as he failed to hit my leg. "I'm telling mom and you're going to get in trouble."
"Go right ahead, I'll tell her you were being gay again," I reached out and grabbed two towels.
"I'm not gay, you are," he sat up and frowned at me. I moaned, how many trials did I have go through to finally get into the tub?
"Yeah, we both like males. Now get out, I need to take a shower," I hung the towels up that were underneath my arm. "Gosh, you're already 7-years-old and you're still running around in your underwear. When are you ever gonna grow up?" I turned around to find myself alone with a pile of towels on the ground. I tried to lecture a pant less boy and he ran before I could scold him. He must have a lot of freedom to escape with a turn of my back!
An incident, such as the one in the bathroom is considered normal. If my brother doesn't do anything dumb within a day he's either sick or maybe out of sheer luck, at a friend's house. Yes, Nathan's my little brother and I do love him, but he can annoy anyone he meets. He has short spiky dark brown hair, just like his eyes and is starting to catch up to my height, which is 5'4. I know I'm short. He takes after my mom when is comes to physical features more than my dad; I take after my dad. You can tell by the drastic difference in our eye colors and facial structure. Good thing I have my mother's perfect smile and height, to be honest I'm a beautiful combination. The only thing that allows me to claim myself as an acquainted individual of my family is my obese body structure. I used to be fit, lean and skinny, but I feel into a year of excused depression after my father passed away.
Personality wise each person in our family of four was different, but we got along amazingly. We barely fought and were admired by other families. I don't deny the fact that we were a picture perfect family; it just haunts all of us, even up until now, that it had to end early. Tragically, my dad isn't able to participate in the pictures anymore. I guess all we can do now is smile for him.
Finally! I was able to get into the shower.
I turned on the water and prepared myself for my daily lathers. First I shampooed, and then I conditioned my hair and squirted liquid soap onto my scrubby. I buy the smelly liquid soaps; I like to smell pretty for people and I like to smell myself too. While I was scrubbing I could've sworn I heard someone enter the bathroom and felt a draft, but still resumed with my shower. People viewing my naked body wouldn't bother me. Heck I'd even pose for them if I felt like it. Right after I had my final rinse I wrung out my hair and reached out of the curtains to grab my towels. To my dull annoyance I was unable to retrieve the towels from the metal rack because somehow they have disappeared. So I pulled the curtains open, fog filling up the compact space, and searched for a source of cover. There wasn't any so I decided to make a quick run for the cabinet, hoping nobody would walk in to see me bounce about.
Unfortunately, just when I turned the wall to my right Marina was standing by the doorway holding my towels. She stood there in shock, with a loose grip on the fabric, and I stood there with both hands crossed over my boobs. My eyes pleaded for the towels, and her eyes just...stared at my bare body.
Good thing the door was closed.
Not wanting to seem like the dork that lost her towels, I decided to play it cool. Leaning against the dull edge of the wall and glancing around the bathroom didn't help the situation; it just revealed more of my secretive body parts. Marina turned cherry red, not from the heat, as I whistled a tune and pretended to notice her. "Oh! Marina," I happily greeted her in nude.
"Uh, Nathan-," She began. I already knew so I cut her off.
"Wow, when did you get in here? Did you come to return my towels? Aw. That's so nice of you!" I started walking towards her with both arms spread out, planning to give her a hug for such a deed. Killing Nathan was running through my head at the moment so the possibility of making me seem like a fool was inevitable. As I inched closer she shoved the towels into my face, pushing me back to make an escape. Gosh, what was she all shy about? We're both girls so there shouldn't be anything she doesn't notice.
"Ugh...why do you do stupid stuff?" my thoughts exactly. She began to head out without a second glance back. "Hurry up, breakfast is ready," she quickly informed me. Another act to store into her livid memories of Kaitlyn really is Stupid department. I don't know how I'm able to prove myself a loser in front of her, but I manage to. Oh well.
So I got out of the bathroom, dried myself off and put on an underwear and bra. From there, I blow dried my hair, applied make-up, and picked out an outfit. My outfit usually consists of a dress up shirt with a skirt or short. Since my mom is very materialistic she only buys and allows me to buy name brand clothes, such as American Eagle, Abercrombie and Finch, Roxy, Tommy Hilfiger and the list goes on and on. Sometimes I dislike her for demanding those kinds of clothes because I could barely find them in large. I decided to wear a brown skirt and a light blue top to match the beads on the skirt, and a headband designed with both colors. The weather has been getting chilly so I covered myself with a brown jacket that has that stupid fake fur on the hood. I like it, but it's just pointless. I grabbed my purse and filled it up with the items I needed. Before I headed out the door I nearly forgot my binder that holds loose leafs of paper and my school work and went back for it.
As I was heading downstairs I looked at the time, it was 7:10. My mom and Adam, mom's boyfriend, already left for work which is around 6:50. They work in the city so they have a long drive, but my mom always cooks breakfast for us before she leaves. Sometimes I wonder if she smells like bacon when she goes to work.
Once I reached downstairs, finally, I set my purse on the couch and entered the kitchen. I filled my plate with scrambled eggs, slices of bacon and toast then poured a glass of apple juice into a cup. Marina was eating her breakfast at the dining table and Nathan was feasting in front of the TV in the living room. I had to choose between thanking and apologizing after making a fool out of myself, or getting revenge. Unfortunately I chose Marina, I'd run Nathan over with my car later. So I stood next to her at the end of the table. She didn't look up from her food, but I could see her hidden grin.
"Don't mind if I sit here right? I promise I won't undress myself and give you a hug," I asked with a smile. Marina giggled mirthfully and motioned me with her fork to take the chair next to her. I sat down a proceeded to dig into my meal.
"You know Nathan was the one who took it. He ran into me while I was heading downstairs," she informed me. I nodded my head and was about to explain after I chewed. "I already talked to him, so you don't need to punish him," Dammit, I wanted to run him over "But I would've never thought there was such a possibility of receiving a hug from you while you were naked." She lifted her eyebrows at me, taunting me with her smile. All I could do was look away and apologize. "It's alright," she said as she was getting up "just, don't do it again." I nodded in agreement and went back to eating.
To say that Marina and I didn't get along isn't true. I could easily accept her as my sister, excuse what I said earlier, probably because we practically agree and disagree on just about anything. If you saw us at school you would think we barely know each other, but if you were close to either of us you'd see our friendly shoves in halls. Just recently, we adapted a new lunch routine together, good thing we're in the same grade. Just like close friends, or sisters, we joke around, tease each other, hate one minute then love the next. We pretty much accomplished anything that would be considered as having a close relationship. She already knows most of my life stories and I know just about as much of hers. We know each others' secrets and can predict what the other wants. So I kind of already claimed her as my sister, even if my mother and her boyfriend split up she'll still be a part of my family. Still, she's number two on my Best Friends list. I know, how wrong of me to make such a list. Marina comes before Cassidy and my Close Friend is first on the list.
Nathan then interrupted my meal by pestering me to finish getting ready for school. I warned him that if he thought his friends were more important than my food then he was going to find empty plate in his face. He gladly left me alone. So I finished my breakfast, cleaned off the dishes and placed it in the dish washer. Then I finished my grooming routine with brushing my teeth. Marina was already picked up by her friends, which was a shame because I enjoy our morning skits when I open the door to greet them. It's usually just me and Nathan in the car; I'm required to drop him off at school if I want to keep it. "Are we going to pick up Eve today?"... And my close friend, she usually rides with us too. Oh how I dread the thought of encountering her.
"Call her Mae," I slapped Nathan on the head as I entered the car "only I can call her Eve." She only allows me to call her Eve, not even her family refers to her by that name. People close to her call her Mae and if they're just friends or acquaintances they address her by her middle name, Shayna. If you were to ask her whole name she'd say "Maeve Shayna Mochrie."
"No she won't be joining us today," I buckled my seatbelt and started the car. "But we are going to pick up Cassidy." I checked to see if Nathan was buckled in. He was strapped into the seat, but giving me a canny grin.
"Is Mae still mad at you? What did you do? Confess you're love to her?" he proudly pointed our distance, but the reasoning was way off. If ever, she'd be the one to confess her love to me because I absolutely don't harbor such rash feelings for her and... Well, she does have a boyfriend. Never mind! Just know that she would be the first. It's easy to confuse our relationship. You can either think we're enemies, acquaintances, or lovers. It depends on your relationship with us. Her friend's refuse that fact we're friends and are enemies, my friends think we're lovers, and others assumes we know each others existences by names, if we did mention each other. Our families and an exception of a few good friends are the only ones that label us correctly, as friends. A thing that those close to us can all agree on is that we put each other before anything else, totally committed. That's why her friends hate me because they want more attention and my friends love her because I love her and they practically love everybody.
The only person I'm mostly aware of is Eve's boyfriend, Ray Sanders. He screams for Eve's attention and I happen to get the most, but I'm not bothered by his personality I'm bothered by his presence. He pesters me all the time, even while I'm eating! I wanna punch him when he casually picks at my meal while begging. Asking me if I could convince his girlfriend to spend more time with him, making it seem like I have her all to myself. I quickly agree when he begins ask me a question just to save my food. I mean like goshdamn, he's the quarterback for the football team and all those other good stuff. He shouldn't have to interfere with me and my wonderful life to discuss his life with his superstar girlfriend, which is my superstar friend. I promise he's gay and just talks to me for the food. Even Kyle agrees. Well, a part of me wants to cooperate with Ray only for the sake of Eve. I'm pretty sure Ray's worried about Eve and her reputation; not a bit of wonderful me. I know how he feels because I worry about my relationship with Eve too.
Yes, I'm worried if people out of our family and friends' circle discovered we were close.
It's a situation I don't wish uncover as long as Eve quits pushing it into that direction. Lately that's what most of our conversations carry into and then eventually lead into an argument.
So to answer Nathan's question I threw my purse at his face and told him to shut up. I buckled myself up, adjusted my seat and checked the view mirrors. Everything was in place except for the pile of manure sitting in the passenger's seat. "You're going to sit in the back when we pick up Cassidy, you know that right?" I slowly backed out of the garage then jerked to a sudden halt. Nathan's square head reminded me about the lunch my mom packed for Marina and me.
"What are you doing?" Nathan cried as I calmly faced him. I stared down at him and he looked back in question. "What?"
"Go get my lunch."
"Why can't you get it?"
"Cauze I don't feel like it. Now, go get my lunch."
"Kaitlyn!" he opened the car door and unbuckled himself, "Why do you make me do everything! You lazy slug," then he slammed the door. Oh. He was lucky he was going to get my lunch. If he wasn't I would've pressed on the petals to run him over while he was still in the garage. Instead I waited and slipped on my sunglasses. While hooking up my iPod to the radio I lightly took the environment outside of my car. Everything looked pleasant behind the tinted lenses. The vulgar words and obnoxious beat of my music mixed in with the peaceful setting of my neighborhood were barely compatible, but they both fit my interest so it was the best sight I could behold in the morning. Speaking of obnoxious, the moment I saw my brother carrying the lunch I began to regret commanding him to get it. It looked like he just used the bathroom. His bounces towards the car told it all. When he entered the car I snatched the lunch out of his hand. He made his way into the backseat, saving himself the fuss of moving before picking up Cassidy. "Did you use the bathroom?"
"Yeah."
"Did you wash your hands?" I glared at his hands, appearing dirtier than the dog poop sitting on my neighbor's lawn. It's a habit of Nathan's to not sanitize himself after using the bathroom.
"Yes, so hurry up. I want to go to school already," he whined. Since he got my lunch and I was also a little eager to get back to school, after having a two week vacation, my sisterly act dropped and I gave into the little boy pleas. Plus, I had a performance prepared, an English assignment given to us to do over the break. My performance was planned, perfected I hope, and it was supposed to be aimed for a certain individual. So I briskly thanked Nathan then told him to shut up and stop whining while backing out of the driveway. I easily drove through the neighborhood to get to the gates. Passing through the exit gate I waved to the Mr. Thomson, one of the neighborhood guards, and he smiled back returning the morning greeting.
Stale leaves separated into tiny pieces as they crunched beneath the rubber wheels. A messy warning imposing that winter will strike soon. I made my way to the neighborhood down the main road, one that didn't exactly match up to mine, but was definitely decent. It's where my best friend Cassidy lives, the rowdiest yet most considerate person I've ever meet. At school she's seen as the party girl, the girl everyone wants to meet. Even though she has that reputation people still spread rumors of her being a whore in spite of their own jealousy. Cassidy brushes it off with a smile and a suggestion to go out, but I know irritation ticks in her. It was a rare moment to behold when she came crying to me once, seeking comfort. When people's words actually get to her she doesn't dare to expose her feelings.
Her house came into sight and I drove up to the curb, Cassidy was already waiting with her purse and books in hand. I told Nathan to open the door for her, so he reached over the seat and cracked the door open. As she settled into place I pointed to the buckle resting to the sides. Her eyes went wide with sarcasm and she made a snide remark, "Don't forget to put your seatbelt on Cassidy. How could you forget? Oh. Good morning Kaitlyn!" I rolled my eyes while driving away and mumbled a reply. She knew I wasn't going to start off the morning, so she faced her annoyance towards the only, and useless, living thing in the car.
"Hey blue ranger, how you doin'?"
"I'm not a blue ranger. That was a long time ago, stupid."
"Yeah, that's right. You got promoted to rainbow ranger. Gay ranger, go!"
"Shut up before I kick you."
"Gay ranger, kick! I'm just kidding, little tyke. Don't hafta' get all reddened up in the face sweetie," Cassidy seemed pleased to see IT, but IT wasn't up for arguments. Instead he kicked the back of her seat for revenge. The moment Nathan kicked the seat I threw a box of tissues at him. I don't like my car to be mistreated and everyone I give a ride to know that. Cassidy was taunting Nathan while he was nursing his left check. I approached the elementary school with a scowl on my face, but when I helped Nathan out of the car a smile played on my face. He cringed with an irritation when I carefully held his bag. The moment he got out he snatched his school bag and headed towards the schools entrance.
"I wish you were like this at home," he mumbled a complaint. Instead of responding I faked a hurt face along with an easy recover.
"Good bye, little brother! I hope you have a great day at school. I'll see you at home," I bided him a heartfelt good bye with all the kindness I could muster and held that composure until I was back behind the wheels. My facial expression and voice dropped in exhaustion and broke back to my blank face. "I'm not picking you up, you're walking home," I reminded the back of my vanishing brother while heading to the high school. Cassidy was laughing in amusement. She enjoys my acts, emotions that spur at any moment.
"Kaitlyn, you're too cruel, girl," she giggled. I shrugged off her comment and noticed her dark brown hair was up. Her hair was usually down and styled, coming to the conclusion that she was too busy to do her hair.
"Your hair is down," I pointed out the obvious. My friend snapped her compact concealer close, put it back into her purse and fished for another item.
"Yeah, I was up all night trying to finish that speech for Ms. Wright," she stopped her digging and faced her attention on me "Are your ready to present yours today?" Excitement touched her lips, grinning like crazy when I frowned. Cassidy helped me with the idea of the presentation and the proper information needed. She watched me prepare my presentation mirthfully and made some suggestions on my performance. Marina stopped by my room every once in a while, joining Cassidy fits of laughter. They approved of my exuberant show, teasing me even more for my purpose. I'm set on doing anything for my friends especially when it comes to apologies. I nodded in response when she finally found her lipstick, applying a layer as we reviewed my speech. We finished our morning business, exchanging compliments before Cassidy caught her favorite song on my musical device. I notched up the radio and we bounced in our seats, unable to move freely, singing the lyrics we remembered. The line we constantly repeated was "Smack that," but we managed to make the best of it.
I approached the school, not bothering to turn down the music and smoothly parked in one of the student parking slots. My party friend and I continued to groove while gathering our possessions. People stared at us as they passed by, some joining us by adding a butt shake into their step and others just laughed and waved. I finally got out of the car as the harsh frosty wind cuffed my body. To think that was just the beginning of my morning, I had to dust off the weeks of partying. I had to apologize.
Until the unforgiving wind pushes me over, the day would pass by fast...a lot faster.
