| requests via AIM are requests :| | [Nov. 27th, 2009|03:04 am] |
title; die another day
characters; Sakura...versus toothbrush.
It starts as a bad day.
It sucks, because, first off, the alarm goes off too close to her head, and although she is normally a morning person, today is not it. "Noooo," she moans into her pillow, and slams her hand into the snooze button before covering her head with the second pillow (that she insists to use just for the sake of clinging to something in her sleep).
Except then she realizes she can't sleep in today. She can't even afford the snooze button.
Biochem exam, oh shi--
Sakura jumps out of bed, and scrambles for the clock, in a flurry of bedsheets and pillows (and a stray feather here and there). Good, she's still on time. She still has time for the relaxing shower, the uplifting breakfast, and the morning excercise, and the walk to campus.
Except the building's run out of hot water already (she bets the neighbours from the third floor, apartment C are to blame, with their dalliances and their romantic morning showers and oh god she wants to drown them in the hot water they used up). And she burns her toast (because she's looking for the cereal in the cupboard and forgets to set the timer on the lowest level for the toaster), and spills her cereal (when she picks up the toast and burns her fingers, and the ensuing flailing causes her elbow to knock into the cereal bowl). And morning excercise is substituted by cleaning her kitchen.
And then. And then. As she steps into the bathroom again, ready for that one last routine -- she does have a bit of toasty taste left in her mouth -- and she thinks This, at least, has to go well, her beautiful electrical toothbrush does not work.
Blinded by rage, Sakura forgets trivial things such as "batteries", and grips onto the handle of the toothbrush, letting out a roar before slamming it against the sink. Repeatedly.
Sakura: 1, Toothbrush: 0. Take that, destiny!
And suddenly, all things start to seem less troubling. Natural balance is restored, and Sakura is once more the master of the house.
That afternoon when her mother's psychologist phones her for the tenth time that week to ask her if she'd considered his offer, Sakura gladly answers: "Thank you, but I don't need anger management classes," before throwing her broken toothbrush into the bin. |
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