• I was running hysterically for my life gonk , in a world I knew I didn’t belong. Everything that surrounded me seemed like a freshly painted picture, sabotaged by a dim-witted child, hazy and obscure confused . My screams of horror turned into a weak and powerless shrill. No-one could hear me. Alone in a world where humanity didn’t exist crying . I was exhausted and simply breathing became a mission. Only short gasps could save my life. I stumbled over what was thought to be a wriggly tree vine, which sent me over the cliff. Again, I yelled for help. But no-one came, nobody ever came. Wheezing and panting with my eyes wide open a familiar ‘MCR' poster was coming into focus.

    Breathe, it was only dream.

    Stretching under the warm covers xd , I reach for my ‘Spongebob’ digital to check the time. It’s only 6 in the morning stare . It’s way too early for my preference. I hardly slept at all last night because this hideous sub-species, also known as my ‘Older Brother’, kept playing childish pranks on me evil , just to show off in front of his friend who stayed the night. Jake the total hotty heart . Did I mention he is drop, dead gorgeous? 3nodding

    Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I drift to the window and open the dusty curtains. Misty rays of warm sunlight shot through and gently hit me in the face. Early morning fog suffocated the still landscape. The red and yellow tulips resting below my window sill were fully bloomed greeting the fresh breeze of spring. A silky spider web covered in frosted dew crept against the window outside, shining like diamond crystals on a sleek bracelet. I took a deep breath and smiled. smile Today is going to be beautiful.

    The glossy oak floorboards were icy cold, as I left the warm atmosphere of my bedroom, to head to the shower. The tiles weren’t any warmer. ‘Screeeech, chug, chug, cussshhh’. Steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, reminding me of the stunning scenery outside. After successfully achieving a personal best of 47 minutes, I reach for my towel, only to find, I had forgotten one neutral . No worries biggrin , I could just quickly run back to my room without anyone seeing.

    I peeked out the doorway to check if anyone was there; the hall was empty, no-one in sight. I quickly ran across covering myself with a pathetic little facecloth. “Cathy? Am I dreaming?” I heard a deep voice say. I partially turned to get a glimpse of a half-stunned boy standing in the door way of my brother’s room, rubbing his eyes. I could hear my heart heart thumping from embarrassment redface . My cheeks were bright red redface . A voice in my head screaming ‘Yes, yes you are. It’s all a dream’. To make matters worse, as I was partly wet. I slipped backward and fell on my bare buttocks gonk . He stood there staring eek , gulped heavily, apologised for seeing what was completely my fault and slammed the door shut. Oh how I wished his head was between the door, so he could get amnesia, and completely forget what just happened. exclaim exclaim

    Jumping to the safety of my bedroom, I locked the door behind me. I played the heavenly sounds of the ‘Pussycat dolls’ hoping to take my mind off my morning dilemma. ‘I’m telling you to loosen up my buttons baby (uh huh), but you keep fronting’ what? Not helping the situation here! Next. ‘It’s funny how a man only thinks about the.., you got a real big heart but I’m looking at your…you got real big brains, but I’m looking at your. .’ redface Blushing with embarrassment, I skipped to the next track. ‘I don’t need a man to make it happen, I get off being free, I don’t need a man to make me feel good, I get off doing my thing’ Nice, but I’m not really in the mood to think about boyfriends. Next. ‘Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?’ Not in the mood for thinking about girlfriends either. ‘Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick with you forever’ evil Argh! Are there any songs that don’t include boys and girls?! I switch the stereo off, turning to the silence for peace and harmony.

    I had noticed the sun was brighter as I walked over to the window. The morning fog was just clearing and a few neighbours were out on their early jog. I spot Mrs. Robinson from next door walking her dog. She looked up at my window; I smiled and gave a friendly wave, she then replied with a look of disgust before storming down the road. What was her problem? I looked down to see I had forgotten to wrap myself with the towel… again. Yes, which means I just flashed to the whole darn neighbourhood! I never want to leave my room. sad

    Browsing through my wardrobe to find something to wear has become a daily task as I try to find an outfit that is bold and unique. Something that separates me from the rest and shows I am not obliged to follow the “in” crowd and am not peer pressured into world dominated by designer fashion. Thanks to my great taste in funky clothing from the trusty salvation store, I found my outfit sooner than I expected.
    I have the funky wedges $5.99
    My reliable purple skinny jeans $7
    A bold orange t-shirt, with fluro green stripes $2.50
    A black button up vest $ 1.25
    Complimented by my black and white checked beret $2
    Feeling uncertain of stepping outside my door- Priceless.

    Hunger takes over my moment of ‘fashion praise’so I decide it’s time to go downstairs for breakfast. Delightful smells waft around me as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I look around frantically in desperate hope of not knocking into Jake heart . After what happened this morning I don’t think he’d want to see me either.

    I followed the delightful smells; I could just imagine what mum had cooked. I closed my eyes to reminisce on the savouring flavours I crave for, only to trip over the cat’s litter box, sending me straight to the floor. Pain shot through my knees. Today is not my day. “Cathy? Are you ok?” said that familiar deep voice. Yup, it’s definitely not my day. I looked up slowly. In a way wishing I didn’t. His hazel eyes looking into mine with deep sympathy as his strong tan arms reach out to help me. “Ummmm I’m fine thanks, really I’m fine”. Breathe Cathy, Breathe. “Not your day is it?” Wow, we have so much in common already. “I guess not”. He smiled, flashing those adorable dimples, on que my heart melted.

    We walked on into the kitchen. Food lay out on the table in perfect condition, as if it were set for a King and Queen at a royal banquet. Orange Juice, bacon, eggs, bagels with the optional cereal or fruit on the side. This is heaven. Sniff, sniff. What is that awful smell following me? “Oh darling” my mother says almost smiling, “is that kitty litter all over your jeans?” Oh good morning to you to mother, sigh, if she only knew kitty litter is not the worst of what has happened this morning, I’m sure Mrs. Robinson will fill her in with the details later. “Yes mother, it is, I thought I could accessorise it with my brown wedge heels” I roll my eyes and return to my bedroom to find something else; I come to a decision of wearing my brown gypsy skirt.

    Back to breakfast, I scoff down a whole plate of bacon and eggs and take the option of the berry cereal and manage to fit in a juicy mandarin and peach, washing it down with the freshly squeezed orange juice, finally bringing me to satisfaction.

    Ah there’s nothing like free time in the morning. I have exactly 30minutes before school starts, lucky for me I only live 5minutes away. I sit on the brown, leather sofa, flicking through the channels. ‘I love you, you love me, and we’re a happy family....’ Darn it! I just missed Barney the friendly dinosaur, a childhood favourite. I sing along to the last part of the song, swaying to the tune ‘with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won’t you say you love me too.’ Sigh. Good times. I heard snickering coming from behind. I turned around and saw that hideous sub-species, video recording me on his phone. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and just like my dream, only short gasps could save my life now. “Oh yeah, I’m going to get great ratings on Youtube” he yelled between snorting laughter, as if I wasn’t in the same room as him. Never in my life, have I ever disowned him as my own blood, till now.

    Jake, oh beautiful Jake, if you were my true prince you’d rescue me from your horrendous friend whom I must call ‘brother’. Tragic thoughts overrule my fairytale moment, snatching me back to reality. Some time passes which feels like an eternity of laughter. “Let it go man, Barney’s cool!” There it is the voice of an angel. My heart pumps ‘happiness’ through my veins sending a shiver down my spine. Jake, my knight in shining armour, came to my rescue; fate is finally on my side. He smiles.

    “We have to go, Sarah’s waiting for me” Uhm, excuse me? What did he just say? Who the hell is Sarah?! The happiness pumping through my blood stops, cutting off my circulation. My dreams, crushed.

    “See you later Cath” He waved, the muscles in his forearm made every effort to rub it in my face, Everything was in slow motion, as he headed out to leave, his rough golden hair half-bouncing on his shoulders, as I watched him go. Just before he reached the front door, he flicked his hair slowly and took one more glimpse of me. His eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, saying more than a thousand spoken words.
    All of a sudden he’s walking back in my direction, kneeling beside my chair, taking my hand in his; he whispers “I love you Cathy”. Our lips meet in one moment of passion I let my hands run through his soft hair. “Cathy?” Oh he’s such a good kisser.
    “Cathy? Are you OK?”

    Huh? I open my eyes I look left and right, my lips pouting in the air. My hands were a few inches from my face grasping imaginary hair. “Sweetie?” Slowly adjusting my position I came back to earth. My concerned father was standing over me, holding his cup of tea in one hand and the newspaper in the other. “I’m fine, I’m just feeling…. sick” Do they make band-aids for broken hearts? Dad looked at me puzzled but understood not to go any further. So he shrugged it off and read the current events.

    Leaving the cosy atmosphere of my home, every morning, is never easy. So a short farewell to my parents is in order before my departure to an educational prison, school is torture. Oh how life is so unfair.