Beep, Beep, Beep

I groaned in protest as I awoke to the all to familar drone of my alarm clock. Trying to preserve the last few moments of my morning, I burrowed under my pillow-in a vain attempt to drown out the noise. But it just seemed to be getting louder. So that was the end of my peaceful sleep. Of course I'd have to get up.

I hurled one of my pillows off the bed (which I'd have to pick up later anyway) and sat up on the remains of last nights disaster. I yawned as I slid off the destroyed bed and silenced the small torture device. I glared at the time: 7:30. On a Saturday. But my mother "insists".

I trudged sleepily into the bathroom to get ready. The same horrifying girl stared back at me from the mirror. My light green eyes remained bloodshot along with the bags under my eyes. And my long caramel brown hair was still a mess. Is makeup powerful enough to fix this face? I sure hope so.

After brushing my teeth (getting rid of my funky morning breath) and cleaning my face, I begun the long journey of painting my face. I don't usually prefer makeup or wear it often but this morning it was a necessity. I spent a good 15 minutes slathering on foundation, concealer, bronzer, and every other type of makeup you could imagine. But the makeup did it's job. I no longer resembled a zombie and I thankfully looked put together on the outside.

I shed my gross night clothes as I reached my overflowing wardrobe. A vintage T-Shirt was falling off a hanger so I decided to might as well wear it. I retrieved a faded pair of denim shorts from my dresser to match. To complete the outfit I topped it off with an old pair of converse. Not caring too much about my hair I brushed my hair out and pulled it up into my signature messy bun. I gave myself a once-over in the mirror and decided I looked good enough for today. Perfect...ish.

I turned around to access the damage from my rough night and shuddered at the memory of the dream. Well I've had worse nights I thought to myself. But I knew if I didn't have everything in pristine condition, I would face repercussions from my strict and OCD mother. I know- Double threat. As if she sensed my thoughts on her I heard "breakfast in 10" from downstairs. Knowing I didn't have much time, I quickly made my bed and straightened everything up. I was safe for today.

I grabbed my phone and checked a couple things before heading downstairs. As I headed down the steps I was greeted with the delicious aroma of pancakes and bacon. I hadn't realized I was starving until my stomach growled at the smell of food. Feeling my mouth begin to water, I followed the scent down to the kitchen where my mother was scrambling eggs.

I turned through the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Mom realizing I was there greeted me with a chirpy "Good morning sweetheart". I returned by saying "Morning mom" as I sat down at the table beside my annoying and bratty younger sister. I took a swig of water and texted Laura (my best friend) to see if she wanted to come to the mall with me.

I looked up to see Dad looking at me with a worried expression- which didn't happen often. " Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?"

My nightmares were not a rare thing and when I was younger I had them more often and didn't handle them well at all. My worried parents didn't think it was a good sign so they decided to take me to the therapist. They had diagnosed it as stress and normal stuff like that. I was no therapist but I was smart enough to know that was not the real reason. So I was stuck going to Mr. Jones until I was 12. I still had the nightmares but I learned how to cope. As long as I pretended I was fine it kept me away from that dreaded office.

But I didn't want to upset them I shrugged it off, " No, I just stayed up a little late last night since it was the first night of spring break."

"Were you with your booooyfriend Jackson?" my sister teased.

"Hahaha he's camping this weekend thank you very much. Do you want me to embarrass you in front of your crush?" I teased back. She just stuck her tongue out at me over that comment.

Mom walked in carrying all four plates to scold us, "Stop it you two."

I gave up my intention of winning as I saw a big plate of food before me. I was too hungry to argue. I brought a bite of food to my mouth and sighed at its greatness. My mom has always known how to make the best food. But I was not gifted with that ability, no matter how much she taught me. I could barely make a grilled cheese without burning it.

After a few bites I turned towards my parents and asked, "I was wondering if I could go out for a few hours to do a couple things. I still haven't gotten an outfit for our concert in a few weeks"

Dad responded with," Sure as long as you don't get into any trouble and text us every so often"

I laughed, " I know, I know. No robbing any banks."

I finished my breakfast and put up my dishes in the sink before grabbing my purse and car keys. "Love you.. see you guys later"

I reached my car and checked to see if Laura responded. Knowing my best friend it said: Of COURSE! Who turns down shopping?! Laughing I responded with: I knew you wouldn't. Be there in 5.

As I reached Laura's house I saw her nose deep in a book. She didn't even notice I was here! To get a little laugh I gave the horn a little honk with result of her jumping in surprise. She gave me a dirty look as she got into the passenger side.

" You almost gave me a heart attack! Who does that? You know I was at a really good part right?" she fumed

"Yeah that's what made it funny" I laughed.

"Whatever....so where are we going? I could kill for some coffee." she questioned

"You don't need any coffee but I'll buy you a smoothie at starbucks"

"Fiiiiine " she pouted as she turned on the radio on to my favorite country station. I'm thankful she liked country. We sang all the way to starbucks and I got me a s'more Frappuccino and her a strawberry smoothie.

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I pulled into the parking lot of the library and told Laura I had to turn the book in then we would go to the mall. She hated not being able to go in but I would only take a minute. I was one day from being late so the old cranky librarian gave me a look. But I apologized and explained that I was super busy last week and had no time to turn in the books from my history paper.

I returned back to the car and we headed back towards the mall. As we passed through downtown to get to the mall we passed an old physics shop and I instantly felt the hairs on my arms stand up. Every time I passed by this shop I always felt weird. And coincidently the radio turned to static. There was just something off about that place.

I turned over to Laurie giving me a strange look. " Are you okay Arrow? You don't look so good."

Since I didn't feel like explaining the weird feeling I told her about my dream since she already knew about them. She believed in ghosts and stuff like that so I knew she wouldn't think I was totally crazy. Of course we talked about what it meant and she tried to comfort me. But we were suddenly interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.

It was a number that looked familiar but I couldn't recognize who it was. But knowing not to answer weird calls I let it ring. I thought it might be a telemarketer but the area code was from around here. Oh well I bet its nothing important.

"Who was that? " Laura asked.

"Probably just a telemarketer" I told her as we pulled into the mall parking lot. We liked to get there early so there wouldn't be too many people. But sadly the mall wasn't opened and wouldn't for another 30 minutes so we were too early. Oh well, McDonalds was just across the street so we could stay there for a little bit.

Hopefully the remainer of this day would be normal. Hopefully.

I cant believe I took THAT long to update. I'm terrible I know. But I hope you all are still reading. I know this chapter was a little boring and poorly written but my brothers trying to rush me off the computer. I hope you guys enjoy and I will update waaaay quicker next time......Hopefully.

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