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wasn’t sure about how I felt about anything for that matter. It is just way too early to be giving too much thought to anything.
“Good morning sweetheart.” my mother said in a very teasing tone.
“Hmmm …” is all I could make myself say.
It was strange to see Eric sitting in my kitchen without me inviting him over. “Your mom asked me to come over for breakfast. I thought you were already up, but I guess I was wrong.” he said smiling at me. His smile could melt away the ice on a frozen lake in January, but I knew that it could not break through my morning pessimistic ways.
Mom sat my plate down in front of me. Eric had already poured me a glass of orange juice, and at that moment I felt incredibly loved. My morning was off to a wonderful start, and if I could ever break free of my usual grumpiness it would be so much better.
It was great to have mom home. She looked like she had slept well. We talked some, but it was about nothing of any great importance. Mostly it was just casual things like the weather and how Mom was excited for Eric to be starting school. She knew that I wasn’t up for much conversation when I was in my mood.
I became a bit annoyed when I noticed Eric was watching me eat. That is just so rude. I turned my head in his direction and glared at him.
“Sorry. I just can’t help myself.”
“Well you better try and figure out how to help yourself before I poke your eyes out. I hate it when people watch me eat.” I grumbled as I stared at my plate.
“Since I like my eyes, I don’ t think I'll bother you while you eat.” he smirked.
I’ll admit I was being a little uncivil this morning. It wasn’t any different than any other morning. I’m just not little miss sunshine when I wake up. He was just going to have to get used to that fact if he was going to be brave enough to be around me before I had taken my morning shower.
Until I get fully awake, I have a habit of biting people’s heads off. The most important thing that Eric could learn was to give me some time to wake up before talking to me. Intelligent conversations with me before I ate and took a shower were almost impossible. It was like talking to my mother before she had her first cup of coffee. Some things a person should just not do.
I got up and put my plate in the sink and staggered to the stairs. I heard Mom telling Eric that I wasn’t a morning person so don’t take my savageness personal.
“Has she always been like this?” Eric asked her.
I heard her laughing as I climbed the stairs to my room. “Yes. And I don’t think she will ever change.”
I guess it was a good thing that Mom liked him. Hell hath no fury like my mother if she didn’t like you.
I, finally, made it to my room . It felt like it took an hour to get there. I jumped in the shower. Trying to wake up was the hardest thing in the world for me to do. I had slept so good last night. Maybe a little bit too good, it seemed like. All I wanted to do was get back in bed and go back to sleep. I forced myself to end the hot shower and to get dressed.
Eric was waiting for me downstairs. He was obviously nervous about starting school. I mean, what was the use? This week is the final week of high school for both of us. We were seniors and about to graduate on Friday. He held the door for me as we left. I could get used to this.
CHAPTER 4
“I’m going to be so bored this week .” he cackled. I pushed him in a playful way and we left for school.
Walking up to the school entrance, I told Eric that I would show him the way to the main office. I felt bad for him in a way because he wouldn’t have much time to get to know people and make friends. It all felt useless to me in a way. What's the point in trying to make friends here this late in the year?
Students stared as we walked down the hallway to the office. I noticed that most of them were
“Good morning sweetheart.” my mother said in a very teasing tone.
“Hmmm …” is all I could make myself say.
It was strange to see Eric sitting in my kitchen without me inviting him over. “Your mom asked me to come over for breakfast. I thought you were already up, but I guess I was wrong.” he said smiling at me. His smile could melt away the ice on a frozen lake in January, but I knew that it could not break through my morning pessimistic ways.
Mom sat my plate down in front of me. Eric had already poured me a glass of orange juice, and at that moment I felt incredibly loved. My morning was off to a wonderful start, and if I could ever break free of my usual grumpiness it would be so much better.
It was great to have mom home. She looked like she had slept well. We talked some, but it was about nothing of any great importance. Mostly it was just casual things like the weather and how Mom was excited for Eric to be starting school. She knew that I wasn’t up for much conversation when I was in my mood.
I became a bit annoyed when I noticed Eric was watching me eat. That is just so rude. I turned my head in his direction and glared at him.
“Sorry. I just can’t help myself.”
“Well you better try and figure out how to help yourself before I poke your eyes out. I hate it when people watch me eat.” I grumbled as I stared at my plate.
“Since I like my eyes, I don’ t think I'll bother you while you eat.” he smirked.
I’ll admit I was being a little uncivil this morning. It wasn’t any different than any other morning. I’m just not little miss sunshine when I wake up. He was just going to have to get used to that fact if he was going to be brave enough to be around me before I had taken my morning shower.
Until I get fully awake, I have a habit of biting people’s heads off. The most important thing that Eric could learn was to give me some time to wake up before talking to me. Intelligent conversations with me before I ate and took a shower were almost impossible. It was like talking to my mother before she had her first cup of coffee. Some things a person should just not do.
I got up and put my plate in the sink and staggered to the stairs. I heard Mom telling Eric that I wasn’t a morning person so don’t take my savageness personal.
“Has she always been like this?” Eric asked her.
I heard her laughing as I climbed the stairs to my room. “Yes. And I don’t think she will ever change.”
I guess it was a good thing that Mom liked him. Hell hath no fury like my mother if she didn’t like you.
I, finally, made it to my room . It felt like it took an hour to get there. I jumped in the shower. Trying to wake up was the hardest thing in the world for me to do. I had slept so good last night. Maybe a little bit too good, it seemed like. All I wanted to do was get back in bed and go back to sleep. I forced myself to end the hot shower and to get dressed.
Eric was waiting for me downstairs. He was obviously nervous about starting school. I mean, what was the use? This week is the final week of high school for both of us. We were seniors and about to graduate on Friday. He held the door for me as we left. I could get used to this.
CHAPTER 4
“I’m going to be so bored this week .” he cackled. I pushed him in a playful way and we left for school.
Walking up to the school entrance, I told Eric that I would show him the way to the main office. I felt bad for him in a way because he wouldn’t have much time to get to know people and make friends. It all felt useless to me in a way. What's the point in trying to make friends here this late in the year?
Students stared as we walked down the hallway to the office. I noticed that most of them were
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