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I do enjoy Mondays, I love them in fact. They bring me the greatest of joys, and no this isn't sarcasm. I absolutely adore Mondays, the weekends I despise simply because during weekends I have no excuse to stay away from home for long hours. The prospect of even being in my own home, alone or not ,was simply suffocating.

As much as I love Mondays, mornings.. not so much.

It took me a while to compose myself, I was still half asleep, my eyes were hazy with slumber. I realize that sleeping on time instead of watching The Flash till 3 am would probably help me, but. lol. 

I somehow found the energy to get out of bed and towards the bathroom, maybe it was the eagerness in me to leave home as soon as possible and avoid staying at home as much as I could that kept me going.

After finishing a quick shower, I got myself dressed, it was mid-December so the weather was fairly cold. I pulled on a maroon sweater, jeans and a black overcoat.

Next step, hair. I looked at the mirror on my vanity table for a while, It had been my mother's idea to purchase it, she had bought it in hopes that I would grow up to be the prim and proper lady she wished me to be. It obviously hadn't worked since all my mother ever did was complain, complain, and complain some more.

looking at myself in the mirror, I gave myself some credit, Im not all that bad looking really, I can acknowledge that. Straight black hair that fell mid-back, two eyes, a nose and a mouth, lovely.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of my room, not bothering to be quiet because despite my attempts to avoid my family, I was well aware of their schedules and they would probably have left by now.

I heard movement from the kitchen as I made my way towards it and frowned, who would be up so early? The smallest surge of panic went through me and I prayed it wasn't my dad.Mom, whom I was especially avoiding had probably already left, Dad's schedule was usually to leave super early in the morning but it did change from time to time depending on his mood, but that happened rarely. So could today have been one of those rare days?

Entering the fair sized kitchen that we had, and saw Aunt Lisa, in that instant I wanted to hate myself for the rush of relief that went through my slightly tense body, I cursed as the sentence "thank god its not my parents" chorused in my head. I felt messed up, what kid didn't want to see her own parents?

I ignored the small ball of guilt building up in my gut and smiled at Aunt Lisa, she was my mother's younger sister and helped herself into our house often because she lived nearby, only a couple blocks away. She had keys to our house, she had practically demanded it from my mom when we had first moved in, Aunt Lisa knew well of my parent's tendencies to forget they had a daughter. Except now one of them paid too much attention to me and it made being in their presence insufferable. Again I mentally cursed myself for the thought.

"Why so early today?" I asked my aunt who looked up from a box of cake mix she had been reading, she put the box down on the counter beside her and smiled, walking over to me, to pull me into a hug probably. I leaned into the embrace and stopped the sigh of longing that almost escaped my lips.

 For a few seconds I wanted to forget who my real mother was, I wanted to believe that Aunt Lisa and her warm embraces were all the family I had. I mean, she looked so much like my mother, she had the same warm smile my mother used to wear, the same dark brown eyes, their hair was the same shade of brown. They were both undeniably beautiful.

My thoughts were snapped back into reality when Aunt Lisa pulled away and smiled again, oblivious and unaware of the pang of guilt that racked through me. I smiled back at her, grateful that she didn't know the thoughts coursing through my head. Sometimes oblivion was bliss.

"I slept here last night, arrived around 1 a.m" Aunt Lisa stated, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. She sat herself on our black sofa and indicated for me to sit next to her but I stood where I was.

I raised an eyebrow "Fought with uncle Sam again?" an amused smile on my lips. Aunt Lisa rolled her eyes.

Uncle Sam was Aunt Lisa's boyfriend, they'd been together for about 5 years and lived together. They both loved each other unconditionally but they had the pettiest fight over the silliest of issues.

"What was it this time?" I asked, fetching a pair of sports shoes and slipping them on. "Aren't you late for school?" She responded, obviously avoiding my question.

I glanced at the time on my watch, despite knowing that I still had an hour left. If my aunt was not going to tell me anything, then it was best not to provoke her. "Yeah, I'll get going" I yelled a quick bye to her from the front door and made my way towards the bus station.

I could've taken the Tesla my dad had bought for me as a gift for my 16th birthday last year, but I rarely ever drove, our town was small enough that you could get just about anywhere on a bike. I also could've rode my bike to school but I was lazy and not a morning person so exercise in the morning wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

Just as I was about to reach the bus stop, the very bus I meant to board went past me and I began running, letting out a huff of breath as I finally made it just in time as the last passenger boarded.

I found my regular seat empty as always and sat, leaning my head against the window, glad to be away from home.

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