Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be someone else? That feeling that you want to do something that is way out of your comfort zone? Even for just a day you can become someone you idolize or become completely someone different? Every day I wake up in the same bed, same body in the same house with the same people in my life. I’m the typical preppy teenage girl that has a large group of friends, is basically a celebrity and has the perfect life in general, is what I wish to say but, nope I’m just the average gal, the type who would be a supporting character in a show.
“Wake up, V! You’re going to be late!”
I bring the blanket over my head to try and block the noise.
“Veronica Kate Meyers if you don’t get up in a minute, I will tell the whole world about me.”
“I’m up! Okay, I’m awake.” I hurriedly rise up from the bed.
“Go get ready and come downstairs to eat,” my mother passively said and got out of my room.
I open my eyes and stare at the painting of sunflowers in front of me. It was given to me by a person who I loved dearly.
After doing my morning ritual of peculiar staring at a painting I quickly got ready as best as I could and went downstairs for breakfast. I am what someone would call a “laidback dresser”. Very average. Now, my wardrobe isn’t the only thing that is ordinary, so is my set of family members, well maybe except for my mother.
I was given the name Veronica because my mom’s favorite comic character was Veronica Lodge from the Archie comics.I currently inhabit in a place called Hawkins.
I have decided on an outfit. Dark faded jeans paired with an overused and oversized band tee I got from a Green Day concert, and to seal the look I put on my trusty black Dr. Martens.
After getting dressed, I hurried down the stairs to go eat breakfast.
“Hi, darling! I made your favorite, strawberry pancakes with chocolate ganache topped with blueberries.” She slides the plate across the countertop with a huge smile on her face.
“Thanks, mom but, this was my favorite in grade school or did you forget that I’m starting high school right now?,” I jokingly said to her.
“No, I did not forget however I am still in-denial that my baby is growing up so fast!,” she says as she hugs me so tight that I almost choked on my pancake.
“Mom, I can’t breathe,” I said with the remaining air left in me.
“Oh, I’m sorry darling.” She let’s out a chuckle as she backs up and I smile at her and continue to eat.
“Sooooo, are you excited?,” my mother asked excitedly.
I give her a look that said, “Do you even know me?”
“Come on! It’s your senior year! Every teenager has waited for this to come! When I was your age it was all I could think about,”
I giver her the look again.
“Okay, last night I prayed that something peculiar might happen, that might change the mind of my one and only beautiful daughter’s mind about today! Hence, I asked the question,”
“The only peculiar thing that happened last night mother was when father, who swore that he would lay off the sweets, ate the last slice of your precious Belgian chocolate cake,” I said.
“No he did not!,” my mother said defensively
“Yes. he did. The one with the 24 carat leaves,” I said with my most devious voice.
My mother gasped and her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hey kiddo! Sorry I’m late, I was up all night monitoring the stocks of Verizon. Wild that they eve-” Speaking of the devil, my father walks in.
“You!” My mother cuts my father off and confronts him. “Did you eat the last slice of my Belgian chocolate cake?,”
“Did I? Hmmm I don’t remember,” my father says sarcastically as he rubs his belly.
“I hate you”
“You know you don’t,” my father says playfully with a grin on his face as he makes his way to my mother.
“You know how much I love that cake and how it took me extra to bring it home all the way from Germany! I saved that as a reward for myself,” my mother pouts.
“I’m sorry hun, I know but I was looking for something that could help me keep awake and that was the first thing I saw in the fridge,”
As my parents went on bickering, Vincent, my younger brother walks in.
“Hey, V!” He greeted me with his crooked smile that I love.
“Why do you get pancakes and I get oatmeal?” He tries to take a closer look at the food on my plate.
“Because mom only loves me and not you,” I say sarcastically to him.
Mother takes a break from their bickering to say “Don’t listen to her bud, I love you and that is why you get oatmeal because you had an upset stomach last night.”
“I still think that’s not fair.” My younger brother pouts.
“Say what, I’ll try to convince mom to make you these tomorrow for breakfast if you promise not to eat colored glue anymore.” I negotiate with him.
“Deal!,” my brother said happily. I shake hands with him to solidify the deal.
“Good. Make sure finish your oatmeal before going to school, okay?”
“Okay dokay!,” he said in a sing-song manner.
I finished the last remaining pieces of my pancake and drank my daily dose of hot coffee.
“I’m going now! Love you three!” I shout and I grab my lunch and head out for school.
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