When I Wake Up :chapter one:I think that the day before my thirteenth birthday was the last day I was ever normal.When I Wake Up :chapter one:4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up perfectly normal.
I wore perfectly normal clothes.
I ate perfectly normal food.
I stuffed my perfectly normal un-done homework into my perfectly normal book bag to do in first period in secret because the perfectly normal night before I had procrastinated and not done it, even though I knew all the answers anyway.
How perfectly normal.
Had I know that that day was my last day of uninterrupted, perfectly normal life, I'd have probably done as much as I could to make it irregular, un-normal, different. Just because I could.
But I didn't know, so I didn't strive to do anything different.
What a shame.
The first thing that broke my thoughts, muddled and soft as they were, was a beeping. Shrill and monotonous. Insanely irritating. It needed to stop. With a well-placed, well-practiced slap of the palm, the beeping ceased, cut short by my will to not wake up. I sank deeper into a tired stupor