Chapter 2: Morning Affair

A Chapter by Aehr

A scintillating orange light poured into my eyelids, and feebly, I fluttered them open. The incessant crying from the night before had left my eyes sticky, and my face masked with dry tears. I clumsily lumbered out of the chair where I had fallen asleep last night and headed to the bathroom. After getting ready for school with a robot-like motion, I rushed downstairs.

Mom had made nothing for breakfast that day (as always after a heated argument), so I pushed two slices of bread into the toaster and got some jam out of the fridge.

"Good morning, Sophie," I heard mom say.

I chose to ignore her.

"I believe I said something, young lady. It is very erroneous of you to ignore your mother like that!"

I mentally scoffed and rolled my eyes. I wasn't afflicted by how 'erroneous' or 'inerraneous' I was. All I know is that it is indeed very erroneous of Mother to practically disown her own daughter. Before she could say anymore, I slung on my bag and rushed out for school.

My semblance bore a dreary disposition and my heart grew deep and despondent with the dripping venom of melancholia. I found myself drowning in a sea of misery and boundless anguish. I felt like a being in Tartarus: possessing the spark of life, but devoid of the glow and warmth of happiness and purpose; cursed with no physical pain, but lacking comfort, positivity and love. Everything suddenly felt out of place, or rather, I suddenly felt out of place.

The low rumble of the school bus jerked me out of my introspective thoughts. Giving my bag one last tug, I made my way onto the buzzing bus. I shall be strong and happy, I recited. 'I am happy and strong'.

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