Hotel California

‘‘Wake up… Alexandra wake up,’’ was the first thing I heard before even opening my eyes. And when I did it, I saw the bitter face of my mother, with her messy hair, and terrible bags under her eyes, almost a big as mine. ‘‘Its late Alexandra, it’s almost 8 in the morning!’’
‘‘I don’t feel so good mom, I think I’m sick,’’ I said rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and sitting up on the bed.
My mother rolled her eyes with annoyance and rested her hand on my forehead checking my temperature.
‘‘I think you have a fever. I’m going to get the thermometer. I'll be right back.’’
She exited the bedroom while I got up and went into the bathroom. Five minutes later we were both sure I had a fever. Meaning? No school today.

It was probably one of the most boring mornings of my entire life, because my mom didn’t even let me get up from the bed. So music was my only distraction, along with my doodle book, where I started to draw everything in sight: the rest of my room. I felt I was in hell, so the room in question was covered in flames, and the walls were splattered with blood.

Weird I know, but I loved all my creations and everything I drew reminded me of all my feelings and details that I couldn’t hide about my life.

I didn’t really notice when I fell asleep, only to be awakened by none other than my mother, trying to bring down the door with her fist.
‘‘Alexandra! Michael is here.’’
‘‘Mikey, Mom, his name is Mikey. Tell him to come in please.’’
Two seconds later the room of my door flew open and Mikey came in.
‘‘Hey Alex,’’ I heard him say weakly and softly. I stayed with my eyes closed while I replied.
‘‘I’m not going to break if you speak normally. I just have a cold.’’
‘‘I know but I thought you where sleeping.’’
‘‘Obviously not dumb ass’’ I replied sarcastically before opening my eyes and sitting up.
‘‘I came because I was worried.’’
‘‘You shouldn’t worry about me. Really I'm fine, just a little sick.’’
‘‘Well, I didn’t know that until I talked to your mom.’’
‘‘Thanks for coming. You really make my day better everyday,’’ I told him, smiling.
We both stared into each other eyes until Mikey suddenly blinked and looked away nervously as if he just remembered something.
‘‘I think I have bad news for you.’’
‘‘Bad news? What do you mean?’’
‘‘It’s just that today in geography class, the teacher said something about a project in pairs, so…’’
‘‘So?’’
‘‘We are not together in it.’’
‘‘What?? Why?? You and I always do all the projects together.’’
‘‘I know that’s not the bad news, actually. She chose the pairs at random and you are… with Tom.’’
‘‘Oh God, this just gets better by the minute… I’m just waiting for you to tell me that he is waiting outside for me!!!’’ I said sarcastically.
‘‘I knew you would be mad.’’
‘‘Understatement of the year!!! I’m not mad, I’m furious… I hate that bastard. I can’t even stand him. How am I supposed to work with him?’’
‘‘I know what you mean. My partner is Greta.’’
‘‘The whore? I mean cheerleader. Poor you.’’
‘‘I think we won't enjoy this project.’’
‘‘Yeah, well at least Greta won’t be throwing stuff at you and calling you names, like Tom.
‘‘I understand, but there’s nothing we can do.’’
‘‘I hate my luck.’’
‘‘Do you think you can handle one more?’’
‘‘God, no.’’
‘‘The teacher said that because you were not at school today and it’s a Friday, your project would be kind of late. So she said that he had to come over so you could get a head start.’’
‘‘By no reason what so ever that idiot is getting inside my house! I won’t even let my mom open the do…’’ I couldn’t even finish my words when my mom started knocking on my door again.
‘‘Alexandra there is a boy here, saying something about a project, im letting him in. ’’
Okay… thought number 1: What the fuck is wrong with my mother?
Number 2: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

‘‘Mikey! Help! ’’
‘‘I can stay here if you want’’
‘‘Please. ’’

The door opened and the first thing I saw was Tom’s smug smile, who continued doing that to the hypocrite that I had to call mother, who was of course smiling back. When the door closed his face was back to normal.

‘‘Alexandra…’’ he said.
‘‘Don’t speak… I want to get over the fact that we have to work together. ’’
‘‘Believe me im not overjoyed by this. ’’
‘‘It’s not like I will. ’’
‘‘Hello there Mikey, so the rumors are true… you are Alexandra’s lover. ’’
‘‘Look fuck face, if you had more brain than testosterone you would know that friends get worried when you get sick, I mean if you have any friends. ’’
‘‘Okay let’s get this over with, before one of us gets hurt. ’’
‘‘Or in a coma. ’’ I finished for him.
Then a ringing tone met my ears and Mikey took out his cell phone.
‘‘Yes? Im with Alex mom… no I can’t… do I have to? Okay i'll be right there. ’’
‘‘What happened? ’’ I asked when I saw Mikey´s worried face.
‘‘I have to go. It seems like the only day that my parents are home for more than an hour, they have a very important dinner and I have to be there, sorry Alex’’
‘‘It’s all right go…’’
‘‘I'll call you later. ’’
‘‘Okay, thanks for coming Mikey. ’’
‘‘Bye. ’’

Mikey exited the bedroom, and a very uncomfortable and notorious silence started creeping in the room. None of us knew what to do or what to say.
‘‘Sit down’’ I said I little annoyed.
‘‘Thanks. ’’
‘‘You want something to drink… or something? ’’
‘‘No its okay you don’t have to fake around me. ’’
‘‘Im just trying to be nice but I can see you are not. ’’
‘‘Stop saying that okay? I know I'm always like this. ’’
‘‘And if you know that, why don’t you change it? ’’
‘‘I don’t know, maybe I don’t like being nice. ’’
‘‘Or maybe you just can’t. ’’
‘‘Let’s start this thing okay? ’’
This was the first time in all my life, that Tom wasn’t yelling at me and he looked like he was thinking about what I had just told him.
‘‘I’m sorry Alex. ’’