11:30. Time to get up. I open my eyes slowly, because I'm still a bit sleepy. Hiding my head under the pillow, I see nothing but darkness. I reach out for the alarm clock and hearing a loud bang, I realize that I've pushed it on the floor accidentally. I groan and drag my head on the surface. The sun shines directly into my eyes. I groan a little bit more and bump my head back on the pillow and lie like a dead body. Well, at least the beeping of the clock stopped.
12:00. Dad is already in the kitchen and has made breakfast. What a luxury! I put myself with some bits of strength that I have left of six hours of dance practice yesterday, on the bar chair.
"How was yesterday? You look tired." said Dad with compassion in his voice.
"Would you look any better if you spent the whole afternoon practising for the national championship in the small dance school, that smells like 50 people's sweat?" I replied.
Dad raised his eyebrows and returned to his toast. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, then he asked: "So, what are you up to today?"
"I don't know, really... I was thinking of going to the paint store downtown and repaint my room. I was thinking blue, sandy grey and white stripes, like they did on that show on BBC Prime..."
"Again? What's wrong with the light orange walls you have now? They've been painted for just like a couple of weeks!" Dad frowned. "And by the way, since you're exhausted from all the dancing around yesterday, I really don't know where you get the energy from!" He said and looked at me with eyes wide open. I was kind of surprised by his reaction, because usually he's so chilled out. Dad must have noticed my expression, because he said: "Sorry, but I really don't see the point of spending all that money on your walls. It just seems soooo unnecessary, some people don't even have the money to buy food, you know..."
That got me thinking. "Dad... Do we have problems with money, maybe?" He looked down to his plate and said: "Perhaps we're a bit short on cash at the moment. With all the taxes and the mortgage, my studying and the tuition, your dance lessons and Kyle's soccer practise... I don't have the biggest salary in the world, you know... I just think you could repaint your room some other time."
I was surprised, because noone had told me we had problems with money, I had no idea. It blew me away a bit. "Oh... I'm sorry then. I get it now, why mum didn't want me to buy two packages of tampons, a spare one." Dad smiled. "Yeah, thanks for the information. I really couldn't have started the day without it." I slapped him gently on the shoulder, saying: "Oh, please, dad, like it's such a big deal, tampons... You're gonna have to get used to sixteen-year-old girls mentioning it, since you're studying to be a doctor." My dad is 35 years old and he decided to get the education that he never had before, when I was born. He and my mum made me when they were relatively young. I laughed at him and gave him a hug. "We'll get through this. Almost every family has a financial crisis once a while." He tapped me on the back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Well aren't you a smart little sucker..." He said and smiled at me. I replied: "Oh please, Dad, like I'm five years old and four foot smaller." We smiled again and ate our breakfast.
12:50. I'm getting dressed now. Stella just called if I wanted to get some coffee and go for a walk in the park. Since it's a beautiful, sunny day, I'm going for the casual look. A pair of jeans, a long tank top with a picture of Rick Astley on it (That was meant to be a joke when I bought it, now everyone thinks that I'm a Rick Astley's fan!). And on top, a vivid blue sweatshirt. I put a black cap with graffiti on my head and search the house for my i-Pod.
13:00. Found it! Now I'm all ready and good to go.
13:04. I was already half way on the street, when I realized I had forgotten my wallet and mobile phone. I turn the house around for the bloody i-Pod and forget the important stuff! Typical.
13:10. Stella was allready waiting for me at Starbucks. She was looking at me as if I left her waiting for eternity and not just 10 minutes. I walked to her and said instead of a hello: "My, do we look merry today. You're like Naomi Campbell with fair complexion and no mobile phone to throw in someone's head." Apart from my expectations, she smiled and said half way like a joke that like usually, I have no excuse or apology when I'm late, while we entered the coffee shop. "I don't drink English tea, I prefer American caffe con latte, that's why granny Hilda gave up on me long time ago. I guess we could say that I'm a modern rebel and that's why I learned how to maintain my reputation as a flegmatic by not letting others give me a guilty concience by looking at me like Naomi when she doesn't get her luggage back on Heathtrow airport, terminal 5, when I'm late." We were already at the counter when I finished my speech, and the employee behind the counter was looking at me as if I've lost it. So I said: "I'm just kidding, it's not really that bad. I love granny Hilda." The man smiled sourly, Stella rolled her eyes like usually when I make a smaller scene accidentally. "A caffe con latte, please." I say and hope that the man won't be working when I come next time. The last thing that I need is a middle-aged man serving me a coffee as if he was serving it to the strangest person in the world.
SLOVARČEK
to groan - godrnjati
to frown - namrščiti se
mortgage - hipoteka
tuition - šolnina
vivid - živo
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