Something Different, 88: Born ready.
Ring! Ring! Ring! My alarm clock sang early on the Saturday morning. “Ugh.” I groaned and sat up straight from my bed and lazily rubbed my eyes. A few seconds later, my iPhone was ringing. Nat. I thought to myself. I quickly searched under my pillow and once I got my hands on my iPhone, Nat’s picture was on the screen, smiling at me. I pressed the Answer button on the screen and put the phone onto my right ear, “Hello?” “Up already?” I heard Nat say, “Took you to answer me after three rings. Usually, it takes you to answer me for more than five.” I rolled my eyes, “I forgot I already set an alarm.” I yawned. “Well, then get out of bed!” Nat ordered, “Picking you up at 9am.” I glanced at my alarm clock beside my bed, it read 8.15am. “Great.” I said to myself, only low enough for me to hear. “Alright, see you then.” “See ya!” And then I hung up. I shook my head and got out of my bed. I still had fifty minutes before Nat comes and pick me up. I looked on to my study table, ontop of it my white Apple MacBook and a few papers from school. Messy table. Tisk. “I should clean that up later.” I said to myself. I put my iPhone next to my laptop and headed for my window. I swung the purple and white coloured curtains and tied them up with a purple and white curtain rope. The sun was still half way up. Below, I could see brown, yellow and orange coloured leaves scattered on to the cemented grey coloured ground floor below the trees. My eyes were scanning around the nieghbourhood. It was eerily quiet. The only thing I could see which looked… alive was, on the left corner of the terrace houses, I could see the newspaper guy, throwing newspapers to each doors of the houses. Him and Mrs. Waterstone’s black cat, Fluffy, in the middle of the street. Who could blame the mourge presence anyway? It is a Saturday morning. I headed to my dressing table and took a scrunchie which was ontop of it and put it in between my mouth. I brushed my front hair with a white head band and brushed the rest of my wavy but messy brunette hair and tied it with the scrunchie into a neat pony tail. I slid my feet into my fluffy purple bunny slippers and took my towel which was hanging neatly on my hanger behind my door and headed out in my pink and black polka dotted pajamas. A shower in the morning of a Saturday is all I need. * * * After the fifteen minute hot shower, I headed into my room and put on my blue skinny jeans and a white printed t-shirt that has a rainbow on it and a text in black that says, I’m No Brat. I dried my hair until it was only slightly wet and combed it, making it look like a perfect wavy looking hair. I looked at myself in the mirror of my dressing table, “Damn.” I hissed, and touched my front hair, “I need a fringe.” I glanced at my wall clock and it was still 8.45am. Fifteen minutes left till Nat comes by and picks me up. I quickly grabbed my sling bag, my iPhone and my MacBook on top of my table and jogged downstairs. * * * As I reached downstairs, I headed my way into the kitchen. No one there. I jogged my way into the living room. The TV room. The dinning room. Clear. No one was up yet. Not even mom. I looked at my watch. 8.47am. Twelve minutes to make a cup of coffee and to eat a slice of toast before Nat comes. Suddenly, I heard a growling sound. Then I just realized I haven’t started doing anything. Damn. I’m hungry. Let’s start with the toast. * * * It took me approximately three minutes to toast a slice of bread, one minute to spread jam onto it and three minutes to make a cup of coffee. And now, I have two minutes left till Nat comes. As I chewed onto my toast, my iPhone rang. I quickly grabbed it off the dinning table and a picture of London was smiling at me. I pressed Answer on the screen and put it onto my ear. “Hello?” “Outside! Hurry!” London said. “See you then.” I hung up. I took out a piece of paper from the inside of my sling bag’s front pocket, which was for my parents. I wrote it before I went to bed last night; saying that I didn’t want to wake them up from their Saturday sleep. I placed it ontop of the dinning table and put it under the vase so it wouldn’t be flying around. I jogged my way out the dinning room and out the main door, where I saw Nat’s limo parking infront of my street. I jogged to the limo and opened the door. I saw London, Penelope and Nat seated inside, facing each other. “Sit here!” Nat said as she patted an empty space next to her. “Thanks.” I said as I closed the door. “Ready to go?” London asked. “Please.” I scoffed, “I was born ready.”
