The Morning Routine
By: Grace Gotsch
The sky is pink, orange, and lively. The morning is full of sounds. Birds are waking up and tweeting outside my window. Squirrels are scavenging for nuts. The trash man, Mr. Lucas, is going house to house picking up our filthy trash. My bed is warm and blue. Actually my whole room is blue. It’s like a deep underwater ocean blue that is so deep I feel as if I’m in the lively ocean. There is a neon tetra fish in the corner of my room. It’s bright neon green color is still blasting from the semi-darkness of my room that is created with my curtains.
I finally get up as the coldness of my room surrounds me from my window being open all night with the frigid air storming into my room. I go down our hardwood cherry stained stairs to my fridge for some breakfast. The floor has a slight coldness every time my pasty feet touch the floor. As I tiptoe to our fridge, trying not the wake up my annoying brother, our cat, Payella, nudges her bitter nose on my legs trying to say good morning. I finally get to our fridge with in seconds my hand are dripping of fruits, breads, muffins, pizza rolls, and yogurt. I start to eat as Payella hops onto the counter and politely asks for some of my breakfast. We both hear some pounding noises from upstairs and slowly coming down the stairs. It’s like a zombie-giant noise and it’s a hoard of them coming down the stairs and just as I start to prepare myself for a zombie-giant apocalypse my brother enters the kitchen at such an ugly and slow pace I bet I would have killed him right then and there if he didn’t start to say something.
“God, why do you always eat so much in the morning dude? Are you a vacuum cleaner or something?” Dylan remarks.
“Jesus, Dylan why do you always look dead in the morning?” I noted back.
“I don’t understand what you mean, Georgi.” Dylan stupidly questions.
“Ugh, whatever. Lets just go get ready, Okie? I try to insist my brother.
He eventually leaves after he grabs the phone to call his pretty and pink girlfriend, Bettie. Bettie is an attractive attention hog that always goes out of her way to try and impress people. She only goes to parties and never truely does her homework. Bettie is kinda weird too. I always see her staring at me and she always smiles at me and says hi to me in the hallway at school. I think she only does this because she is trying to be nice to me since she is dating Dylan. I honestly do not know but I guess it’s fine.
I go upstairs to start getting ready for the torture hole whole we call school. I get dressed in some joggers and throw on a Beatles band t-shirt and go to the bathroom. I pass my brother getting out of the shower with a pink woven towel around his waist, still on the phone with Bettie, as I go into the bathroom. There is condensation on the mirror and soap suds all in the sink. I grab my hair brush and brush my chestnut, wavy hair and washed my face. I look into my blue eyes. They are a wondering color of blue and I always question what color my eyes are. I go down stairs and get into my brothers red 1962 mustang and finally go into the world of torture; a.k.a. School.