When you wake up, I think the hardest thing for me to do was finding the will to live. I pull my pink sheets up above my face. Frustrated by my alarm, I shut it off.
"Get your butt down here!" My Mom yelled.
"Coming, coming!" I shout back.
I quickly pulled an orange hoodie over my head and slipped into some jeans and brushed my hair back into a ponytail with one hand and brushed my teeth with the other.
I grab my yellow baseball cap, yank it on my head and hurry down the steps.
"Well you got ready in a hurry, Cass." My mom notes while stirring up some eggs.
I grab a toast and shove my feet into some purple converse (not the best colour combo, I know).
"Yeah, alright mom!"
"Here." She says, handing me some omelete.
"Thanks." I shove it in my mouth in one bite and run out the door.
"The bus is leaving soon, your brothers are there."
Without a word I slammed the front door shut and ran to the bus just as the doors were closing and made it just before my head would have snapped in two.
I told the bus driver my name and shuffled to the back of the bus where my best friend Mari (short for Marianne) was sitting.
"You need to stop taking these risks!" She scolded me.
"Sorry." I apologised.
"Quite alright, but if you do that again you will not reach school next time."
"Mari, I was figuring out a way to solve world hunger by solving photosynthesis all night! Give me a break." I said.
"Whoa...okay. I know better than to doubt you." Mari readily said. "Things bad with your mom?"
She didn't say anything.
"That's better. Now tell be if I nailed the goth look." Mari demanded. When Mari talked about fashion, she demanded.
She was wearing skinny ripped black jeans and a black tank top with an open shirt tied to her waist. She was also wearing rather flashy boots.
Her naturally black hair was pulled back and curled, her cobalt blue eyes standing out against the black makeup.
"You nail everything." I said with a smile, then proceeded to open my phone to see the latest football news.
"Ugh, are you checking that soccer web thing again?" Mari sighed.
"So what if I am?" I asked calmly, while watching the coolest football tricks.
"Cass, can you talk for a minute?" Mari pleaded.
"Nothing, it's just better to hear you talking than cheesy background music."
I rolled my eyes and plugged in my earphones. I could see Mari going on her phone at the corner of my eye, so I looked at it.
She was checking my instagram, and I'd posted myself shooting a goal with cuts so it looked cool.
I was running, faster, faster, and I kicked the ball. It curved and went into the back of the net. I hadn't checked my instagram this morning, but apparently overnight I got 30 likes.
So I closed the football websites, and opened it.
I checked to see who liked it.
@mari.michele, I read. That was Mari, and there was her other account, the one where she had spontaneous days and people would look at her weirdly, so she posted those pictures.
@magnificnetmari. @j.baker, that was Joseph. @kk.alohaabbott was Caleb. @jknotjk.lol was the class clown, Aubrey. That was understandable. I skimmed through the likes.
Wait-my grandfather? That's not-no way-could he still be alive? We haven't heard from him in years, but why would he like my post?