I opened one eye and glared, with blurred-vision at the buzzing alarm clock on my bedside table.
8 AM. Shit.
I yawned, pushed back my quilt and swung my legs out over the side of the bed with a groan, bare feet making contact with the cold wood floor of my room.
With a sigh, I pushed myself off the bed, stretched, and shakily stepped over the discarded clothes that littered the floor of my room, as I made my way to the door.
Mom would be pissed, I was supposed to be up an hour ago, and since dad wasn't around anymore to give me a ride to school...
anyway, I needed to jump in the shower, grab some breakfast, change into my uniform, and scoot.
I heard the sound of running water as I made my way across the landing to the bathroom. Jesus Christ, as if I wasn't late enough.
I knocked on the door.
"Hey Mom! I'm up, we gotta leave in 20 mins!"
I tried the handle. Locked.
"Mom? You in there?"
I rubbed my temples, before shrugging my shoulders in resignation and heading downstairs to the kitchen.
On auto-pilot, my feet pitter-pattered across the linoleum floor, and I grabbed a loaf of bread out of the cupboard.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall, 8:05 AM. Toast it is.
I took out two slices of bread and replaced the loaf in the cupboard, eyes drifting towards the counter.
There was an empty space next to the microwave.
I looked around the kitchen and frowned.
Where was the toaster?