UNTITLED. FIRST CHAPTER THAT IS SHORT.
CHAPTER ONE
“KORY!!! GET UP! DO NOT MAKE YOUR BROTHER LATE AGAIN!”
I rolled over, simultaneously groaning, and in my best effort to drown out her voice, pulled my pillow over my head. It did no good whatsoever.
“I mean it Kory,” my aunt said to me as she stumbled through my room,” god is this room ever clean? Get up. NOW.”
“fine. just a minute-”
“No. I have heard that a million times. Aaron needs to be to school on time today.”
“He’s just in middle school, it doesn't even matte-”
“Kory,” she said, trying to make eye contact with me,”it matters to him.”
That did it for me today, for how much longer I honestly could not say. I really loved my brother. I did. But I don’t know, even him being happy didn't seem to be enough to get me out of bed lately. So I shuffled my way to my wall, grabbing a towel off the hook, and headed to the bathroom; but not without hitting my wall first. A morning ritual. I think I had made a permanent bruise on my right arm, right above the scar from forever ago. The scar that made me think of, well everything.
After my hour long shower in which I stared blankly at the wall while the water ran over me, and a quick shampoo and conditioning of the hair, I still had to make myself pretty for the world that didn't really give a damn. Typical of the world. Frequently my aunt would pop her head in the bathroom to signal her growing impatience. She always seemed to be the one who had trouble controlling the urge to slap me for my slowness. But it was aImost worse with Aaron. I mean I know he was disappointed in me, which made me feel pathetic seeing as he was younger by three years, but I don't know. Twenty minutes later, I was done and we rushed out the door, no one saying a word to me, which i was used to. During this 5 minute period of awkwardness, I usually attempted to turn on the radio, but my efforts were usually thwarted; my aunt would instantly turn it off and sigh heavily. Finally she gave up and we were listening to the rest of Kelly Clarkson. Karma. Its not a bitch, it just plain sucks.
After dropping Aaron off at the school he had a love hate relationship with, we headed to mine. Our status was unknown to me, but most likely it was more on the hate side. This school had made it pretty clear that it did NOT like me there. So I avoided it when I could, but always being the one who couldn't exactly side step the whole “You’ve got so much potential” speech, I just tried to make my way through without saying much. My friends just gave up on having a real conversation with me about a year ago. I didn’t actually mind that much that they acted weird around me, even avoided me. Really. I didn't. And don't think I am one of those pushover easy girls. I’m not. But when there is nothing to say, I don't say anything, and when there is, its usually mean, and brutally honest, just to deteriorate any thought you had that I might actually have a heart somewhere in my chest.
“KORY!!! GET UP! DO NOT MAKE YOUR BROTHER LATE AGAIN!”
I rolled over, simultaneously groaning, and in my best effort to drown out her voice, pulled my pillow over my head. It did no good whatsoever.
“I mean it Kory,” my aunt said to me as she stumbled through my room,” god is this room ever clean? Get up. NOW.”
“fine. just a minute-”
“No. I have heard that a million times. Aaron needs to be to school on time today.”
“He’s just in middle school, it doesn't even matte-”
“Kory,” she said, trying to make eye contact with me,”it matters to him.”
That did it for me today, for how much longer I honestly could not say. I really loved my brother. I did. But I don’t know, even him being happy didn't seem to be enough to get me out of bed lately. So I shuffled my way to my wall, grabbing a towel off the hook, and headed to the bathroom; but not without hitting my wall first. A morning ritual. I think I had made a permanent bruise on my right arm, right above the scar from forever ago. The scar that made me think of, well everything.
After my hour long shower in which I stared blankly at the wall while the water ran over me, and a quick shampoo and conditioning of the hair, I still had to make myself pretty for the world that didn't really give a damn. Typical of the world. Frequently my aunt would pop her head in the bathroom to signal her growing impatience. She always seemed to be the one who had trouble controlling the urge to slap me for my slowness. But it was aImost worse with Aaron. I mean I know he was disappointed in me, which made me feel pathetic seeing as he was younger by three years, but I don't know. Twenty minutes later, I was done and we rushed out the door, no one saying a word to me, which i was used to. During this 5 minute period of awkwardness, I usually attempted to turn on the radio, but my efforts were usually thwarted; my aunt would instantly turn it off and sigh heavily. Finally she gave up and we were listening to the rest of Kelly Clarkson. Karma. Its not a bitch, it just plain sucks.
After dropping Aaron off at the school he had a love hate relationship with, we headed to mine. Our status was unknown to me, but most likely it was more on the hate side. This school had made it pretty clear that it did NOT like me there. So I avoided it when I could, but always being the one who couldn't exactly side step the whole “You’ve got so much potential” speech, I just tried to make my way through without saying much. My friends just gave up on having a real conversation with me about a year ago. I didn’t actually mind that much that they acted weird around me, even avoided me. Really. I didn't. And don't think I am one of those pushover easy girls. I’m not. But when there is nothing to say, I don't say anything, and when there is, its usually mean, and brutally honest, just to deteriorate any thought you had that I might actually have a heart somewhere in my chest.