Debut Albums and Joy
Chapter 1
Beep…Beep. My alarm clock blares for attention but I roll over slamming the button quieting the antsy alarm. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Lindsey says in a sarcastic tone. “Good morning, Cinderella.” I bicker back “ Ha, ha! So funny.” She shuffles from her dresser to her suitcase throwing in random clothes attempting to have some organization. “You should get up and start packing.” “I will, eventually.” “You shouldn’t have gone out last night.” I start to get up wanting to leave. “You know you aren’t my mom.” "I know I’m not but I care.” “If you care so much you should shut up” Gosh! Why are you like this? All you care about is forgetting about the real world and looking good. I don’t know why I am your friend.” I place my feet on the floor, grabbing my phone getting ready to run. “You’re my friend because you have no one else.” I leave the dorm tired of talking to her. I walk down the hallway feeling my stomach begging to purge last night’s sins. I start to walk faster and faster barely making it to the bathroom as I empty my stomach into the porcelain bowl. Washing my hands with the cheap pump soap, I look at my reflection. I see a messy nest of amber curls, bloodshot green eyes, and makeup streaking my face. Bzzz bzzzz, my phone vibrates in my hand, I look down to read the screen. “See you in 5 @ usual spot.”
I rush down the stairs not caring that I look like I got run over by a car. As I walk I feel the pebbles and soft, green grass between my toes. I make it halfway across campus to our usual spot and see Andy smoking his cigarette with a tunnel of smoke escaping his mouth. “You look good.” He says sarcastically as he hands me a cigarette and lights it for me. I blow the smoke out of my mouth. “Thanks…can’t you tell that I try hard.”
He laughs his usual deep chuckle that makes you smile even when that’s the last thing you want. “So…are you ready? “For Florida?” “Yes. What else could you possibly is ready
Beep…Beep. My alarm clock blares for attention but I roll over slamming the button quieting the antsy alarm. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Lindsey says in a sarcastic tone. “Good morning, Cinderella.” I bicker back “ Ha, ha! So funny.” She shuffles from her dresser to her suitcase throwing in random clothes attempting to have some organization. “You should get up and start packing.” “I will, eventually.” “You shouldn’t have gone out last night.” I start to get up wanting to leave. “You know you aren’t my mom.” "I know I’m not but I care.” “If you care so much you should shut up” Gosh! Why are you like this? All you care about is forgetting about the real world and looking good. I don’t know why I am your friend.” I place my feet on the floor, grabbing my phone getting ready to run. “You’re my friend because you have no one else.” I leave the dorm tired of talking to her. I walk down the hallway feeling my stomach begging to purge last night’s sins. I start to walk faster and faster barely making it to the bathroom as I empty my stomach into the porcelain bowl. Washing my hands with the cheap pump soap, I look at my reflection. I see a messy nest of amber curls, bloodshot green eyes, and makeup streaking my face. Bzzz bzzzz, my phone vibrates in my hand, I look down to read the screen. “See you in 5 @ usual spot.”
I rush down the stairs not caring that I look like I got run over by a car. As I walk I feel the pebbles and soft, green grass between my toes. I make it halfway across campus to our usual spot and see Andy smoking his cigarette with a tunnel of smoke escaping his mouth. “You look good.” He says sarcastically as he hands me a cigarette and lights it for me. I blow the smoke out of my mouth. “Thanks…can’t you tell that I try hard.”
He laughs his usual deep chuckle that makes you smile even when that’s the last thing you want. “So…are you ready? “For Florida?” “Yes. What else could you possibly is ready