Chapter One: Morning Glory
The sun shined through the window, making the room light up a very violent pink. The walls were painted a hot pink and were covered in posters of men and women. But it was not your typical teenage room where everything was just thrown together. They had a very organized look about them. Each arranged the same distance from each other. And there were spaces between each poster. Every inch of the wall was not covered. If you looked up, the celing was covered in pink and black shiny tiles. They almost looked like mirrors. This room had a queen sized bed that was made up of mostly pillows. Pink and black was scattered everywhere along the bed. The only contrast was the brown hair protruded from the bedspread. There was a pink dresser and desk with a pink laptop sitting on top. The floor was carpeted black. And there was nothing on the floor that wasn't suppose to be there. At the end of the bed was a bench. A very comfortable looking pillow lay across it. Then a few feet in front of that was a small entertainment center with a very nice size Tv in the middle. Then two doors scaling the wall from floor to celing opened up to reveal a very big walk in closet. This room was the dream of any girl. Something you think of when reading fairy tales.
A few doors down, and you walked into what looked like a hurricane tragedy. There were clothes everywhere, you couldn't tell what color the floor was. The walls were red, but you could barely see through all the posters that seemed to cover inch for inch. The closet door was wide open revealing nothing but a big mound of what could have been a person covereing the entire closet floor. This room had the same setup as the one before, the only difference was the colors and the clutter. The bed that occupied this room was taken up by a girl of no more then 16. Blankets and pillows alike were shrown to the floor in the sleep cycle of this restless girl. She was snoring and despite the clock on the table next to her turning 6:00am the alarm that blared was not enough to wake her of her slumber.
Back to the room before, the girl under the covers was starting to stir. You can still here a faint ringing from the alarm of her sister. She turned over in her bed sitting up against her pillows. She was looking around, rubbing her eyes. She strechted and pulled the covers away from her, her nightgown matched her bed, making her blend in just slightly. She slowly got up and walked into her closet. Looking in, everything is very well organized. There was a place for everything. The girl reached onto a shelf about eye level with her, and pulled back a set of clothes folded up in her arms. She slowly closed the door and walked out of her room into a bathroom right across the hall. She closed the door behind her and in just a few minutes you hear the running of water. The rushing water drowns out the noise of the alarm in the other room. A woman appears in the hall and knocks on the door, no doubt to wake the girl sleeping inside.
"Ana, honey, you need to wake up." Her mother calls through the door. She then begins to knock harder when no one answered her. "Ana! Get up, you are going to be late if you don't get up right now!" She screams through the door.
The woman jumps when she hears a door open, but it's not the one she is knocking on. It's the bathroom door.
"Don't worry mom, I will make sure she gets up."
"Thank you Ali, Breakfast is almost ready." Her mom kisses her on the cheek and turns to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.
Ali, which is short for Alistina, was always the responisble one. She was usually the one who had to motivate her sister into doing anything. It was always she who ended up waking her sister and getting her ready in time. The one good thing was that for their 16th birthday, they had gotten a car, which they share. So they didn't have to worry about catching a bus or their mother taking them to school. That meant, they had more time to get ready in the morning.
"ANA! I know that you hear me. Get your butt up. You don't want to miss watching the football team pick their players do you?" She said, knowing full well that her sister was definiatly not wanting to miss that. Her boyfriend happened to have tried out and should be picked for the team. Anyone who was anyone had a boyfriend that was a football player.
The door opened and Ana poked her head out. "I am getting ready right now." She smiled at her sister.
Ali walked back to her room. She sat in front of the mirror that was inside her closet and applied her makeup. She was just about done when her sister came walking in.
"Ali, do you have that really cute jacket with the football on it." She asked shifting through her clothes.
"I figured you would ask for it so I put it on my bed." She said pointing to wear she had folded it neatly on the edge of her bed.
"Thanks, gotta look cute today." She said and pranced back to her room.
Ali had gotten the jacket with the football when she breifly dated a football player who was more interested in football (and consequentely cheerleaders) more then her. But she kept the jacket nonetheless because it was really cute and pretty warm for those cool days. Which today happened to be.
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