The Phantom in the Dark

Logan's Day {One}

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, it was loud and blaring waking me from my deep sleep, I reach over and hit the stop button on my phone blindly. I weakly open my eyes to look around my room, realising where I am before I sit up. I groan softly as I lift my head up from my soft pillow which ends up feeling heavy on my shoulders, I look over to my bright window giving my eyes some time to adjust before fully getting up and opening my shades more. 

Looking out at the scenary from my now opened window, I see nothing but mountains from a far. Here in Arizona, all you see is our great big capital of Phoenix. Nothing, but land in our backgrounds, which I'm not complaining about since you can take some pretty great pictures here from our hotel windows as well. It's always been a beautiful place ever since I moved here from Cali. 

Just trying to adjust again to the people I am surrounded around during college times. I loved being in my own little house and being able to have my own privacy without having to deal with a roommate or someone else. I stood there, looking out my bedroom window, thinking about how beautiful it would be to get some lively pictures and freshen up my lookgram. Being able to do so would be a lovely thing.

I look around my little room, you have my pastel covered bed in the far right corner straight across from my window, then my dark wood desk. Which if I must add is a mess covered with my binders for classes and open textbooks, paper pilled on top of them. When you look a little towards the door you have my shelves, which look like the drawer just decided to eat my clothes instead of me actually folding them.

I don't get much visitors so laundry folding hasn't become a must thing for me. I opened my wood solid door, hearing it's screech as I opened it and closed it behind me, the screech is usually painful to my parents. Who visit almost once every three months, they usually give me the lecture about being alone during the holidays, I get an earfull from my mother when Feburary rolls itself around.

I laugh at my thoughts, walking to the kitchen and making eggs with turkey bacon. Just the thought of it gets my mouth watering, I hear a ring coming from far away. It knocks me from my thoughts as I walk to the counter to unplug my phone from it's charging spot and looking at the caller ID before answering with facetime. 

"HIIII!" My mom screams as her face is close to the camera, it makes me jump a bit from going to a quiet, peaceful state to a big scream.

"Hi, Mom." I reply boredly.

"What's got your pants all down?" She asks, a small smile spreads across her face. 

"Moooommm." I groan. "First off, you call me as soon as you get up and you still somehow look like you barely even sleep at all. Second off, I was in the middle of what to do for breakfast. And Third off, I'm tired." 

My mom rolls her eyes with the small smile getting wider, she looks at my face. I try to ignore her stare as I place my phone down on the counter, I can feel her eyes looking me up and down, even with my pajamas on. She's always had her way of making me feel like appearance sucks. 

"What are you wearing?" She asks, finally breaking the silence between her and my thoughts.

"My pajamas?" I reply with a small smirk as I grab some eggs from my small white fridge and turkey bacon from my freezer. I can't be too mad at my mom for having some sort of question about what I wear to sleep. It's always been her job to make sure I looked my best even when I'm just going to bed.

"Your pajamas? They look like a unicorn took a crap on them." She gave me one of those 'why didn't you change before calling me' look.

I sigh, too lazy to come up with some crazy remark. I start feeling to sick to make anything so I put the stuff back and search for something small, settling with a gronala bar as I looked back at my phone screen to my mother. Compared to me and her, she was good looking. I had a good figure with a good bottom but everything else about me seemed really out of place, having a good figure came with it's small struggles. I love my wavy light brown hair and my green dull emerald eyes, I got my septum peirced when I was 16 and loved it.

I just feel my mother always thought of me as a waste of image since I wanted to get my arm tatooed, she thought I was crazy when I talked to her about it. She, on one hand, had a very sophisticated look to her. Her body figure was outstanding for someone who divorced, quite recently. I loved my mom and looked up to her like she was a model, it was pretty amazing living in her positivity of the world. Everyone loved my mother and my father also wasn't too handsome, but he used to roam the streets with this intimidating look that no one dared mess with his daughter.

"Your deep in thought." My mother broke my thoughts as I continued to nom on the gronala bar. 

"Am I?" I asked sarcastically, before adding. "I have a play to get to later, but I decided to miss classes for it."

"What time?" My mother asked as she looked over to her right, possibly to a nearby clock.

"Around 4 PM." I stated calmly as a reply, I got a grunt from my mother. She knew I would roam the roads of Arizona. "I'm not going to talk to strangers when I walk to go take pictures for my job." I added and I saw her face relax a bit as I told her.

"Just be safe please hun." She said sweetly, we said our goodbyes and I heard the line go silent, my phone also disconnected itself.

I walked back upstairs to get dressed, walking back into my light colored room and getting changed in a camoflauge green shirt and some ripped jeans, grabbing my white socks and putting on my dark green vans with my camera in my hand and phone in the back. I always store my money in the back of my phone case with my ID because my phone is always on me. I walk back to the door and leave my small apartment, I start heading to my usual spot. 

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I'm going to end this chapter here babes! See ya next time~