Kasey get out of bed! I heard my mom's thoughts before she said them in words. Her loud blaring thoughs woke me up from a wonderfu dream, of kittens and evil monsters from the depths of Hell. Just your typical good dream.
I sighed and dragged myself out of bed. I brushe my beautiful hair. I loved my hair. It was shoulder length with my tips and bangs dyed purple. I threw on a pair of black leggings, black tank top, and jail striped sweat shirt, along with my knee high boots.
I walked out of my room, head held high. I marched dow the hallway, and into the kitchen.
My mom looked up from reading thr newspaper. "Are you hungry? I made extra toast."
I looked over at her. "No I'm not hungry, sorry."
She sighed. "Ok. But you need to start eating more in the morning."
I headed out the front door, and down the sidewalk. I honestly had no idea why my mom woke me up in the morning. Only that she said, "The later you get up, the more you miss."
I never ate at home because I hated being at home. I usually ate at the diner down the street.
As i pushed open the door at Flo's diner, a little bell dinged. I made my way across the mostly empty diner and sat down at a stool, in front of the counter.
A tall, model thin, blonde waitress came over in no time.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked. I never got why waiters say that. Of course I want somthing, why would I come to a resturant? So I can sit and stare at people like a stalker?
"I'll have a coffee and three cinamon rolls."
My morning was off to a pretty good start.
To be continued. . .
Sorry about all the to be continued crap. but you know.