Roth

17

“The sun rose and everything fell.” Ah, the perfect narration of daybreak. The sun can signify beauty, sure; the dawn of a new day to do new things and meet new people, blah, blah, blah. But in bumbfuck Iowa, its difficult to experience anything avant-garde, especially when you’re in high school. So in my eyes, the sun is the arsonist to my crappy life.
My mom woke me up at 6:50am on the dot and that’s when I saw the sun for the first time. That pesky motherfucker creeped its way through the sliver of space between my windowsill and the shade covering the window. Intrusive to say the least. I hate those lines in books like, “The sun engulfed my body bringing me into a state of complete tranquility.” Bullshit. The sun takes its entitled ass and forces itself on you. It’s like those people who invite themselves places. Leave. Basically, the sun is a prying, assertive asshole.
After my mom woke me up, I reluctantly rose from my bed with only that smidge of unwanted light to guide me to the bathroom because I refused to give the sun what it wanted, full shine-ability into my room. I closed my eyes and traveled to the bathroom. I got to the bathroom and made a clear effort to not flip the switch for the artificial sun. I now had only my incredible memory to guide me to the toilet and then to the sink. I left the bathroom when I successfully completed my blind obstacle course. (Emphasis on the incredible memory) I walked to the stairs, opened my eyes (just a tad) and paused for a moment. I evaluated the suns’ tour de force in flooding my house with its disgusting incandescence. Gross but definitely unrelenting, I’ll give it that.
The beautiful smell of waffles wafted into my nose and forced me down the stairs. I closed my eyes again to block out that nasty vexation (underrated how great I am at walking around in darkness, by the way). I navigated to the kitchen and gave myself a pat on the back when I reached it victoriously. Lucky for me, my kitchen doesn’t have any windows. (Okay, maybe a little prison-like but perfect for a gal like me!) Unfortunately for me, however, my family consists of non-vampiric humans who enjoy the light. So I have to deal with the small lamp in the center of the ceiling. When I entered the kitchen and opened my eyes, they instantly reacted to the unprecedented light. My twin brother, Alex, was already at the table devouring his waffle.
“Mornin’, weirdo,” he said in between bites.
“Hey,” I responded with an overtly harsh eye roll.
My waffle was already on my plate so I rushed over to sit down. I was too busy dodging the sun to feel my stomach growl so after five seconds of my sitting down, my waffle was gone. I chugged my orange juice and sat back in my chair. I looked up to see my mom, dad and Alex staring at me like they just witnessed a starving lion ravaging its prey.
“Hey, even angsty teens need to eat,” I pointed out.
They proceeded to raise their eyebrows, nod slowly and look down at their plates. I got up and put my plate in the sink because I didn’t need any extra negativity in my day, as I believed I had enough of my own, thank you very much. I walked to the door, closed my eyes and went to my room (Okay, I’ll admit I tripped on the steps on that voyage but I survived and did not see the sunlight!).
After I got dressed and packed my bag for school, I sightlessly traveled back downstairs to catch the bus with Alex. When I arrived at the door, I took a long, deep breath.
“Ready?” Alex asked while placing his hand on the knob. (He knows my antagonism toward the bitch that is sunlight.)
“As ready as I’ll ever be…” I replied.
He looked back at me and gave a supportive smile then turned back around. I opened my eyes and winced. Alex stared at the door handle and slowly turned the knob.