by Kaycee<3 Thu Jul 22, 2010 10:28 pm
Chapter.1
Part.1
I felt like there was so much more.
I just didn’t know what it was and where to get more of it
EER! EER! EER!
It was exactly six o’clock in the morning,
the time my alarm clock blared ever single morning since I was twelve.
I flung my arm out, fumbling for the snooze button. My palm slapped the edge of my alarm,
flipping it to the ground. I ignored the dull string in my hand and tried to
drown out the noise that filled my ears.
EER! EER! EER!
My brain couldn’t take the noise this early in the morning.
I rolled lazily off my bed, thumping to the ground. I peaked one eye open
and ripped the plug from the outlet, and there was finally silent peace.
I closed my eyes and sighed, very tempted to fall asleep, on the floor, rolled
in my blankets like a piece of sushi. But, finally, my brain alarm told me that
if slept any longer I would go to school dirty, so I fought through the heaviness
of sleep on my eyes and forced myself off the ground, and into the bathroom for a shower.
Thus begins another day in the life of me. Another boring day.
I thumped down the stairs, dragging a brush through my hair. I walked into the bathroom, glancing at my watch.
“Hey mom.” I said, biting an apple and chewing, brushing my hair at the same time.
“Hey hon.” She said, turning off the stove.
I could hear the sizzle and pop of hot grease as my mom shoved bacon onto a
plate with a fork. I scrunched my nose at the smell.
I was really never much of a meat person.
“Food’s ready!” My mom called out, loud enough for my brothers and
father to hear. They usually slept until breakfast, only waking up once they
knew that the food was ready. And whoever came down faster got the fresh bacon.
I rolled my eyes, taking another bite of my crispy apple.
“What time will you be home from school?” Mom asked me, starting the eggs.
She cracked two eggs into a bowl and started stirring vigorously.
I shrugged and chewed.
“Probably around six, after soccer.” I was the sports freak.
Soccer was my life, besides my friends.
If I couldn’t play soccer, I think I’d die.
My mom nodded. I sighed and glanced at my watch again.
It was only seven-fifteen, which meant I had twenty minutes to kill before
I had to leave. Bored, I walked into the living room and flopped on the couch,
turning the television on. I knew that nothing good was on in the morning,
except the cartoons they played for the little kids getting ready for daycare,
but sometimes I liked to watch the news.
Other times I was to lazy to turn on anything else.
The anchorwoman started talking about today’s breaking news.
“And in today news, the case regarding Sylvia Michaelchuck,
twenty year old pharmacist, is still missing. We go to Kathy on the scene with more news. Kathy?”
The screen changed a darker alley way, with the local police searching
through random garbage people dump there. I start up a little straighter.
“Thank you Ann.” She looked straight into the camera.
“We come to you from on the scene behind Brook Hills Library on Crown and 21st Avenue,
where local police have been lead to believe might be holding something vital to the case.
Rumors have been floating around the area all day and the word is that when Sylvia was found,
she had been seen walking with a man in dark clad by the forest preserve,
and later he came out by himself. It was said that he was seen here only a few hours
before the crime. Well will be back when we have more information on the case.
Back to you in the studio.” And the scene was gone, and the screen flipped back
to the anchorwoman. I flipped off the television and hopped off the couch.
“You hear that a woman went missing by the library?”
I informed my mom, tossing my half eaten apple in the trash. She nodded.
“Morning Matt.” My mom said over my shoulder.
Matt nodded at her and grunted, his usual morning greeting.
At least before he ate and had his coffee. I didn’t bother to look at my watch.
I knew I still had time to kill.
I swung my backpack over my shoulder and started heading out the door.
“See ya mom.” I said, blowing a kiss at her. “Love you.” I let the door shut behind me.
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