Mocking Bird

"Wake up!"

My mother's voice rings in my ear. I groan with defeat and turn over to the other side of my bed, back facing towards the door, while my face is directed towards my window. The pristine emerald green leaves of spring gently blow in the wind, hinting at the beginning of a new spring.

I rose up, my vision blurry. Luckily, it isn't a school day, so I don't have to suffer through boring classes about math and such. All I want to do is sleep, but my strict mother suggests otherwise, since her methods of waking up on a Saturday morning are far different from mine.

Glancing around, I called out to my mother, telling her I was awake. Gladly she gave me some time to prepare and such, giving me a few minutes to prepare. I slid towards my wardrobe, pushing past ugly pink clothes (which my mother adored), and found a long sleeved shirt and some jeans.

After changing, I headed over to the bathroom. I looked through various drawers until I found my brush, still worn out as usual.