2 You're not alone

The door screeches as I open, my hand crawling on the wall searching for the switch of the light. The room enveloped in darkness a few seconds ago brightens by the fluorescent bulb as soon as I found the switch; I enter my room while drying off my fresh out of the shower hair. I plop myself on top of my bed and reach my cellphone that I left it charging, I look at the chatbox to assure if there is a new chat from Charles but the recent one was two hours ago, approximately the sunset's time. The towel I used for drying my hair falls down to my shoulders as my fingers waltz on the keyboard of my cellphone,

"Have you heard the band Pallid Days? If you haven't then I want you to hear them out."

I press the send button and put it on the pocket of my shorts as I head outside of my room, turned the light off and shut the door. Faint footsteps can be heard as I walk downstairs as my hand is being guided by the rails of the stairs, the scent of pasta al pesto that we ate for dinner still floating in the air; I live with my family on a pretty decent house, my parents run an eatery that mom inherited from her father. I hear cheerings and a smooth voice of a commentator on the living room that is adjacent to the kitchen, I peek and see dad is watching a quick paced basketball match on the television where the two teams are exchanging shots on the last few minutes of the last quarter. But it did not really pique my interest for I am not a sports enthusiast, I turn and slid into the kitchen where mom hums with a vivid tune while washing the plates,

"Mom I'm done, I'll finish the rest."

"Thanks, Ash, then throw the garbage outside please."

she turns the faucet off and dries her hands with the hand towel hanging on the wall while smiling at me, mom approaches and caresses my cheek with her cold hand then giggles as she sees me pouting.

"Don't worry, there are no stinky eggshells."

Mom says in a sarcastic tone and I gave a smile as a response. A gentle pat on my head before she leaves, I sigh as mom fades out of sight; the garbage bag filled with domestic waste is lying on the floor and neatly sealed near the stove, I pick up the bag with caution and a little bit of disgust. Once again I go across the living room and find dad still glued on the television watching a comedy show,  upon reaching the main door I put the bag down so I could wear my sneakers and then proceed to my task. The freezing wind of winter embraces my face as soon as I set my feet outside then drifts into my lungs and chills runs all over my body. Good thing I wore my hoodie tonight and I try to cover my cold face with the hood. My feet resumes to move and leads me to the garbage can, I tossed the rubbish as soon as I was a meter away making a thumping sound and swiftly hid my hands inside the pocket of my shorts to suppress the numbing coldness, I only noticed just now that my breath becomes smoke at the very moment it comes out. My eyes wander at the splendor of the full moon that bathes me with her grandness as I walk towards the convenience store, a mellow wind caresses the branches of nearby trees that creak as they sway making the atmosphere eerie and I almost ran back home when I felt my cellphone vibrating, I straightaway took the gadget out of my pocket

"They are awesome!! Thanks for recommending this band. I'm downloading their songs right now!! :3"

"LOL really? It's decided then. When they'll have  a tour here you will pay for the tickets Charles ;P"

I slide the gadget back to the pocket as I enter the convenience store and an inviting aroma of a microwaved sandwich, that a customer bought, salutes my sense of smell; I trotted towards the snack section, grab a pair of snacks at the nearest shelf and trotted back to the cashier to pay the things my hand plowed on. The cashier slips the items inside a plastic handbag as I grab my wallet out to pay the amount, he then gave the receipt and change. I took the change and the handbag with me as I walk back home.

"I prefer my egg rolls sweet tough :|"

I respond to his question at my way home, another random conversation, well I am already used to this. I shut the main door and locked it before heading upstairs trying not to make any noise, the living room where dad watched the television is now dead silent and pitch black. As I arrive at my room I tossed the handbag at my desk and let my body relax a bit on the chair.

"Sweet tooth, don't forget to brush your teeth all the time. Haha XD"

"Dude, my teeth are as white as a toilet bowl XP. Gotta review now, so tomorrow again :)"

I put my cellphone down and brought my notes out of my bag, I scan my trigonometry notebook and my eyes begin to inflame at the sight of formulas and problems. I close my eyes and set the notebook aside so it could rest, my attention shifts at my cellphone again.

"You're not alone, let's do our best then! ^^"

he chats with a picture of his desk piled with notes and a mug of coffee; the design of the mug catches my attention, cream color musical notes engraved in it with "Y.A.!" that looks like initials, seems familiar since I saw it somewhere, maybe I am imagining things, after a few minutes I got tired from thinking what those letters stand for and resume reviewing. The night is still young and I have a mountain of notes to finish.