My Beautiful Life (Chapter 1)
Being the oldest can sometimes be the biggest struggle...
My alarm starts ring and I know I’ve got to get up out of bed even though I’d rather here there instead.
"Damn, why can’t today be a snow day", I whisper.
I head straight to the bathroom to take a shower. But someone is already in there, so I knock on the door.
"Hurry up and get out the bathroom! You know it’s my turn!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Lola shut up, I had to take a crap!" my fourteen year old sister, Ashley screams back. She probably got up earlier then everyone just to make sure her hair will absolutely perfect. This kid is way too conceited; the only think she thinks about is her looks. But who am I to judge I use to be the same way, now I can apply my make-up in less than ten minutes. I turn back around and who just magically appears with a pissed off grin. Mommy, of course.
"Why are you yelling like that in my house? At 6 o’clock in the morning?" I learned a long time ago that the easiest way to get rid of my mom is to just stand there, stare and shake my head like crazy. "I know you know better" she finishes.
Deep breath I think. Take a deep breath.
"Sorry ma, but tell your youngest daughter that she needs to get out of the bathroom now. Or else everyone else is screwed."
"Be quiet" she says, irritated at me. "Ashley hurry up and get out of that bathroom."
"Ok. I’m coming, she’s acting like she’s dying"
"Yeah and you’re acting like taking a crap is a 24-hour marathon." My mom is already closing her bedroom door. But turns around and gives me that evil look. At the exact second Ashley walks out. She gives me this sincere smile, the kind that also let’s you know that something’s up. And I don’t know why but I have the craziest urge to choke her, and walking into the bathroom, inhaling that nasty smell… "AHHHHHH" I say, quiet enough so that she won’t hear and think she’s won. That urge just became the strongest temptation in the world. Man my day is already hell. I wonder if I woke up tomorrow thinking this day will be perfect, will it actually be perfect? Please with my luck I’ll be happy if I get the last strawberry pop-tart.
"Damn, why can’t today be a snow day", I whisper.
I head straight to the bathroom to take a shower. But someone is already in there, so I knock on the door.
"Hurry up and get out the bathroom! You know it’s my turn!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Lola shut up, I had to take a crap!" my fourteen year old sister, Ashley screams back. She probably got up earlier then everyone just to make sure her hair will absolutely perfect. This kid is way too conceited; the only think she thinks about is her looks. But who am I to judge I use to be the same way, now I can apply my make-up in less than ten minutes. I turn back around and who just magically appears with a pissed off grin. Mommy, of course.
"Why are you yelling like that in my house? At 6 o’clock in the morning?" I learned a long time ago that the easiest way to get rid of my mom is to just stand there, stare and shake my head like crazy. "I know you know better" she finishes.
Deep breath I think. Take a deep breath.
"Sorry ma, but tell your youngest daughter that she needs to get out of the bathroom now. Or else everyone else is screwed."
"Be quiet" she says, irritated at me. "Ashley hurry up and get out of that bathroom."
"Ok. I’m coming, she’s acting like she’s dying"
"Yeah and you’re acting like taking a crap is a 24-hour marathon." My mom is already closing her bedroom door. But turns around and gives me that evil look. At the exact second Ashley walks out. She gives me this sincere smile, the kind that also let’s you know that something’s up. And I don’t know why but I have the craziest urge to choke her, and walking into the bathroom, inhaling that nasty smell… "AHHHHHH" I say, quiet enough so that she won’t hear and think she’s won. That urge just became the strongest temptation in the world. Man my day is already hell. I wonder if I woke up tomorrow thinking this day will be perfect, will it actually be perfect? Please with my luck I’ll be happy if I get the last strawberry pop-tart.
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