Mornings

I sat at the dining table, still trying to wake up. I took a bite of my toast and put it back on my plate. I knew I was going to be hungry with only one bite of toast but I didn't really care. I did all the normal things that everyone does every morning, like filling the ice-cube trays and get washed and everything. Once I was done with all that, I got out my personal notebook-a pink and red notebook with shoes decorated on every page. I wondered what I was doing with this. Oh, my list! Right. I definitely needed to go shopping (every girl does). But I haven't gone to the mall for quite a long time, let alone look into shops. Usually this was because my darling sister will often hiss threats of hiding my favorite books if I didn't hurry up, while my mom will be urging me to got to half the shops in the mall.

I made a list of things that need to be desperately bought-skinny jeans, shirts, face lotion, shoes, pencil case, school bag, nail polish and a watch. I told my mom about my desperate needs and she told me I should go shopping. I remembered the promise that my dad had made before he left to Mexico. He promised to buy me contact lenses after I had complained about my glasses for over a week. I explained this to my mom, (after she found "contact lenses" in brackets) she stubbornly refused to let "a little girl" like me to get them. I argued that lots of "little girls" like me wear them. She also unnecessarily added that "little girls" like me shouldn't talk back. I was getting irritated and I wanted to be left alone. Just because I brought up contact lenses, doesn't mean she has to go straight into a long and tiring discussion. NOT compose a a novel. She remained stubborn and this made the rest of the day dreadful after I had put her in a bad mood.

I told my sister and she agreed with my mom. (She was probably jealous). I avoided getting into the discussion again as she gave me little glares once in a while. I probably should leave the issues alone... until my dad gets back at least....