A New Found Land

Chapter One

“Oh Jesus. Please lord tell me its not Monday. Please. Please?” As if! My mind was trying its self-indulgence thing again. “Nope, sorry Bette, its most definitely Monday morning. So rise and shine cookie!” I just called myself cookie. My mind just called myself cookie. “Oh, would you shut up and just eat a cookie already.” Eww, a cookie at this time of morning.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I hopped out, feeling my toes curl after they hit the cold floor. Right, another day to another week and the most important question remains: What shall I wear? “Ugh, maybe the blue Levis with your Conrad shirt with the rip in it.” Nah, too revealing for a Monday. “Black Levis, always good on a Monday” Do I feel like the black Levis? Yeah, I suppose, fuck, Alice better not be fucking wearing hers, or I’ll do something to her. “Something eh?” Fuck you mind, been there done that. “And it was good” Not that good. Anyway, Fuck. Okay. Black Levis and white tee. “Swearing much, this morning Bette?” Yup, as per fucking usual. Don’t expect anything less! Now shut the fuck up and let me think like one person.

Okay. Dressed and ready. I ran down the stairs. Noted briefly that Dad’s Bentley wasn’t in the drive and ran into the kitchen. Maria, Dad’s cook, ergo my cook, had my double espresso ready. “Oh I love you Maria” Not saying that, how about I go with something more casual, I’m not quite there with Maria yet mind, and to be honest I don’t think I ever will be. Maria was a pudgy small Spanish lady who gave me some kind of motherly stability for the last eight years.

“Morning Maria,” I chirped, surprising both Maria and myself with the bright tone of voice.

“Miss Bette, you are in a very good mood this morning, and before the coffee,” Maria notice that too. “Your father should be here to see this. Why so happy Miss Bette?”

“Maria,” I said winking at her with a smirk, “I don’t even know myself, I just feel it might be a good day.”

Quickly, finishing off the espresso, I grabbed the keys and ran out the door with my bag, noting the time. I so, didn’t want to be late again for Mr. Doris this Monday. He gave me two detentions in the last month for being late. And despite being a senior, Mr. Doris was the adamant kind of teacher that no one is ever late for. “Then why the hell were you late like five times last month Bette?” Oh right, yeah, mind, thanks, I guess your back, would you mind leaving me alone for a little while? “Oh yes, now I remember, what distracted you before Mr. Doris’ class. There was Heather, Melanie, Rose, Erica and the other one was Heather again, wasn’t it.” Okay, fine, I’m a whore, you win. Ha. I win, You are me. Beat yourself Bette!