Losing Sleep & Finding Hope

"Alexis! It is 12 in the afternoon, wake up!!"

Even though I have been awake this entire time, I don't answer her. Instead, I just want to lay here and drown myself in my bed.

-------

A couple of days ago, I and my mother moved into this new town, from a different state. Oklahoma was where I used to live, that was truly my home, and I was taken away from it- Oh how great! Now I have to meet new people or at least try to and create a new world I wasn't meant to be in. Florida is not even I state I would've guessed we were moving to.

"ALEXIS- COME DOWN HERE AND HELP ME FINISH UNPACKING, NOW!"

Ugh! The one thing I didn't want to hear coming out out of her mouth! I already unpacked my stuff yesterday. First day here, and she's already demanding me to do things for her.

I get dressed and storm down the stairs moaning and groaning from the hours of sleep I didn't get.

"Why are you making me unpack YOUR things?? Why can't you do it yourself, huh?" I ask as I glare at her.

"Because I said so and because I don't want to!. Just do it!"

I'm not even in the mood to argue with her right now, so I'll just shut up and do as she says.

----------------------------

Apparently, school started a month ago, so I'm not even ready yet. Plus, it's Sunday and I start my sophomore year tomorrow. AHHH!! This is a nightmare!

Many hours have passed and I just now finished unpacking. I feel even more dead than I did before getting out of my bed.

"Mom! I'm done unpacking, you can put your things away now!" I shout.

She came stomping out of her bedroom like a child I almost chuckle at it. "Don't you catch that attitude with me, I will ground you from your phone"

I roll my eyes and think about the fact that I have a laptop up in my room, waiting for me to continue reading romance novels and fanfics. Yes, I am that type of girl. I am the type of girl who fantasizes about dating a really hot guy who is adorably romantic although she has dated tons of jerks who play with feelings and cheat. I am not a book nerd though. I am not obsessed with books! I'm obsessed with the internet!

I sprint back upstairs to my bedroom and immediately throw myself right back under my sheets. I'm not even going to eat dinner tonight even if it kills me. I'd rather stay in my bed and soak up all the anger I feel. Let alone the fact that soon enough my mother will force me to eat anyway.

"We're having pizza tonight!"

I knew it.

-------------------------

"So, do you like the house?" She asks while cutting the Pizza slices.

"Yeah. I mean it's kind of basic and simple but we have a second floor, plus a basement so that's nice. " I reply.

"Well even if you don't really like it, it was the most I could afford, so work with me on this one." She walked over and set the Pizza down.

I don't even want to eat, but if I say anything about me not having an appetite it'll just start an argument.

I and my mother aren't on good terms. Only from time to time we get along with each other. She never asks if I'm okay, never asks me if I need help with anything, never takes me places or offers to take me places. It's just the simple things that a mother should do for her kid, especially if they only have ONE kid. Yeah, that's right, I'm an only child. My dad passed away from a car accident when I was seven, there was no difference even when he was in the picture, except that my father was my best friend. Mom and he argued, not all the time though, it was a few times every month or so. When it comes to bickering with people, I don't like it, at all. It's only the fact that when they start raising their voice and blurting things out, not everybody knows how to react to being yelled at and called out for things that aren't necessarily their fault. I'm basically describing myself right now if you haven't noticed.

I really don't want to eat right now. I want to take a nice, hot shower, and wrap myself in my blankets like a burrito- and probably read a short novel, too. But I guess I'll just force myself to eat. I'm blaming myself if I throw it all up later.

--------------------------

Finally, I'm done eating! Now I can flee to my magical world of dream-

"Where do you think you're going" She blocks my path, crossing her arms with a dirty look on her face.

"I was about to go upstairs but never mind, I guess." I sigh.

"Good, because I need you to help me put things around the house. Furniture, picture frames, decorations, and utensils, to be specific." She unfolded her arms and moved over towards the unsorted household items- This drives me crazy because I'm an extremely organized person, and she is not.

As I'm putting things away, I find a framed picture of me and my father when I was celebrating my sixth birthday. I catch myself crying and wipe the tears off my face with my hand.

------------------------

After all of the crazy work I have done today, hopefully, I can finally take my shower and get comfy! I swear if she wants me to do anything else around this house I'm going to lose my mind. This is our first day being settled in, and she's already pressured me.

I wait and sit at the kitchen table for about 10 minutes before doing what I want, just to be prepared for her to order me to do something else.

-----------------------

Well, that's my cue. Time to go take a shower and prep myself for school tomorrow. I changed my mind about heading straight for sleep since I remember tomorrow's my first day.