It was an average morning just like any other. I threw on some black leggings, my black hat hit with the nike swoosh logo, my black jacket, and slipped on my black nike shoes. For someone who was trying to be a lot more positive and vibrant I liked dark colors.
It was 7:47am when I finally walked out the door and ignored my mother as she told me to eat breakfast. I’m not really the type of person to eat breakfast before 11am or socialize with other human beings before 1pm. I am also working on that, trust me.
I put my ear buds into my ears and turned scrolled through my endless music that ranged from Michael Jackson to Vicente Fernandez to the theme song of the Drake and Josh song. I’m normally a little more energized in my mornings, but today I was feeling a little under the weather. I force myself to wake up everyday at 7:30am and go out on a daily run. My doctor recommended it and after 2 years I finally decided to take her advice. It’s actually really relaxing and it helps me connect with the life that I am missing out on. I normally run six to seven miles in the morning but once again I wasn’t feeling that well so I decided to go to one of my favorite spots. Ever since I was diagnosed with depression, which was year after I already had it, I had made it my goal to connect with nature more. I spend long hours locked away in my bedroom and only go out to go to school or on my daily runs. I’m not much of a fan for socializing, unless it’s me telling strangers “excuse me” as I pass by them.
I ran two miles until I finally made it to my destination. I really enjoyed coming up here because it was near the beach, by at least 5 minutes. I liked it so much I set up a hammock there and I go there and watch the sunrise or when I want to watch the surfers crash into the waves. It was up on a little hill and you could see the pier from a distance, and I always see little old Rolo spill his trash whenever he yells at the seagulls.
I climbed up the two to three rocks and pulled myself up from an old tree branch that was strangely strong enough. The sun had already rose, but the sky looked so beautiful. I decided to lay in my hammock for a couple of minutes before I headed back to my house.
I was looking at my reflection in my mirror as I applied my mascara. I had bright blue eyes that I got from my mothers side of the family. They made my eyes look extra big, which I personally liked. I have a weird thing for eyes. Our eyes see so many things trough out our lives. They’re like a lens but we can’t erase the memories, they stay with us forever. Getting a little to deep there, which I do a lot because of my depression.
I was getting ready because my parents were insisting that we go to one of my uncles-daughters-husbands-sisters quincenera. I only said yes because I feel like I owe it to my parents to try and look as if i am somewhat put together, plus they said I could take my penny board just in case I wanted to go home early. I wasn’t much of a dress type of gal so I threw on a black mesh body suit top with some black thin dress pant material joggers, and finished my outfit with some black wedges. I had crazy long hair so trust me when I say that it took forever to straighten my hair.
We pulled up in my dads Tundra and jumped out of the backseat. I heard the loud music from the dirt field, which they were using as a parking lot. They were playing La Chona as we walked in to a building that was potentially filled with strangers and family that I didn’t know about. My parents instantly ditched my after we found a table, to go and dance. I, of course, was taking advantage of the free food. I walked up to the window where ladies in hair nets where running around in the kitchen asking each other, “Oli, y la cebolla?”, “Ya viene Pepe con la salsa, haste. No vas servir mas arroz?”, “Traite a la Carla para que se pone ayudar nos”. Like the usual, the assumed that I didn’t speak Spanish so they held up one finger then two, asking me how many plates I wanted. After they handed me the plate, I told them thanks and that there was already a lot of onion on the table, in Spanish.
“Man, if I had a penny for the amount of times that happens to me, I would be broke,” a boy with a camera around his neck and a tripod in his arm said. “Yeah, well seeing their reactions after I speak to them, is always so priceless,” I said as I walked away to my table.
As my parents said I could, I ended up leaving the party at 8:25pm, right after the father daughter dance. I took my wedges off and walked barefoot to my dads Tundra and grabbed my board. I left my wedges in my dads truck and continued off to the sidewalk.
“Leaving so soon?” said the boy that approached me inside. “Uh yeah, why?” I asked. He pulled up his camera to his camera and snapped a photo of me. The flash blinded me pretty badly, especially since we were in the dark outside. Dangerous right? I mean I didn’t even know this guy and he followed me outside.
“Hey so you followed me outside and now you’re taking pictures of? You are either a really bad stalked or really like me.” I said as I put my board on the ground. “No. No. I’m not following you, my shift is actually over. I got paid to take photos tonight but the other guy just showed up to finish for me. And I sort of take pictures of everything so don’t tut your own horn,” he began walking away.
I got on to my board and started heading to my house which just happened to be the same way that he was heading. “You aren’t going to offer me a ride?” is the last thing I heard before I plugged in my earbuds.