Maha Salman

Black Leather Magic.

Beep, beep, beep— Is that the alarm clock? It’s already time to get up? Pushing my eyelids open, blinking constantly to diminish the blur of deep sleep. I look to my left as my alarm clock is doing its musical number of time to get out of bed, Kevin. Same daily routine. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and can smell the aroma of pancakes and syrup. I bet Rosita is making an amazing breakfast. Walking into the kitchen and in an instant— I’m invisible. Mom’s telling Rosita all the things she wants her to do today. Dad’s on the phone cursing up a storm about a deadline. I feel my heart beating out of my chest with all of the commotion, I head to the garage to grab my bike. Time to get out of here and get to school.