• Sometimes I feel that...I'm not alone. Like there's someone else out there who shares the same exact parents yet I also get that feeling like it's almost impossible for that to be possible. I've asked many times if I've ever had a brother or a sister...but every single time I'd get "Now if you had a brother or sister you'd see a birth certificate hanging around here now wouldn't you..."
    It made perfect sense but...I can't help but think that their answer isn't the truth. Every night I lay in bed and wonder why I get these feelings and I never get the answer I want. I haven't a clue if it's simply my way of saying I want a sibling or if their's just not something right going on here.
    BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
    I jerked my heavy head up from the ear splitting scream of my alarm clock. I sighed in relief and slumped over from my side to my stomach on my bed, glaring at the machine which always seemed to ruin my morning. I lazily raised my arm up and pressed the off button, silencing the horrible thing. I wanted to throw it off my night stand but then that would just be another arguement with the nag master, my mom.
    "Elizabeth! Time to get ready for school!!" Well speak of the devil...
    A groan pushed up from my throat as a secret answer to her loud, nazzily voice. Disappointed that I had to wake up fom a pleasant rest, I rolled out of bed and fell on the floor.
    I was definately not a morning person.....
    I never enjoyed starting my day nor was I ever the kind of person to take a morning jog, I'd die before I did anything like that. All I wanted to do was stay on the floor and do nothing but the risk of having to have mom come upstairs and scream my head off was something I was about to take. I wasn't always lazy...just in mornings. I'm not over weight or anything either. I'm just your "normal sized" girl you could say just lazy.
    I pushed myself up off the floor and stood up on my feet with a slump. Dragging myself across my room I opened the door and almost had my heart leap out of my chest as I jumped and was taken by surprise by a figure standing at my door. Of course, I soon found out it was my mom.
    "Hurry up! Or your going to be late!" she said, her hands on her hips.
    She's telling me this when I have an intire hour to get ready....
    "Alright mom, Alright. I'm getting downstairs..." I grumbled.
    "Well good, breakfast is sitting on the table so hurry up!" she hollared to me as she stepped down our wooden stairs.
    I sighed, following her, feeling the soreness in my knees. I couldn't help but be an old grandma at the age of sixteen, my joints just always cracked unvolentarily. Once when I found myself downstairs I ate the sausage and eggs that sat their for me on the table and I finished getting ready for another boring day of school.....
    Still feeling that their's something missing.....