I loathe the consistent blaring of my alarm clock. There I am, having a perfectly amazing dream, but then my godforsaken alarm clock has to go and ruin it. Mondays are even worse. School just gets in the way, well public school does. I've been home schooled for my entire life up until this year, which is the year that I moved. I'm seventeen years old! It's about time I made some living and breathing friends.
I rolled out of my ever comfortable bed to turn my damn alarm off. I stretched as I faced one of my windows. A perfectly sunny day in the suburbs. I looked out of the other window at every neatly arranged house with green grass, trimmed hedges, a big beautiful doorway, and windows with intricate patterns on them, facing my plain window. Just as I began to turn away to get dressed, I spotted Carol Redford.
Carol Redford was beautiful, wealthy, smart, and could not stand me. I don't know why, but since my first day here, she's not taken a liking to me. She got into her red convertible Bug and drove off to school. She's in so many extracurricular activities which means that she wakes up at the ungodly hour of six to go to school for these activities. How could she give up her precious sleep? Geez, just thinking about it made me want to turn back to my comfortable and warm bed and pass out for a year.
I sighed to myself and got dressed knowing that I'd have to face school again, and that I'd have to wait to sleep until it was time for bed later on that night. I slipped on my jeans and pulled a t-shirt over my head to start my uneventful day.
I finally finished my morning routine and headed downstairs to be greeted by my mom.
"Lydie, honey? Did you see the mail that was on the counter? I could've sworn that I brought it in myself last night when I got home from work. Jumpin' jehosaphats, where did I put it?" she said scolding herself.
"I haven't seen it, but I'm going to be late. Love ya, but I really got to go." I said as I made my way to the front door.
"Lydia!" my mom shrieked as she eyed me in a fearful manner, "Please, be careful."
I nodded. I knew what she was talking about. It's the reason we moved here in the first place, to the suburbs.
I trudged outside and hopped into my old black Dodge 500 and blasted my stereo as I made my way to school.
Right when I reached the stop sign at the end of my street, a humungous moving truck turned on my road. I wondered if anyone was moving in by me and then those thoughts were quickly broken due to the honking that filled the air and my eardrums. The car behind me was growing impatient of my unmoving car, so I figured that maybe I should move.
I turned to the right and changed the station to find a better song, but by the time I did find a song that I wanted to hear, I was already at school. I turned off the car and stared straight ahead. A sigh escaped my lips. I put my feet up on the dashboard and closed my eyes. Slowly but surely, I drifted off to sleep while thinking of a time when the calm before a storm would stop and the chaos would begin, because I could sense the chaos coming to my small suburban town, it was just a matter of when that concerned me…