Six

                                    

                                          
I wake up earlier that usual when I feel the sense that someone is in my room, I look over to see my mom rummaging through my makeup bins. 
                          
My mom is an elegant woman, she's like the rest of her family, white skin with long blond hair, her eyes resemble the ocean and her figure is short and chubby in just the right places. I got my figure from her, but my facial features are nothing like hers or the rest of her family. My eyes are hazel, not ocean blue like them, and I have dark skin, not porcelain white. The only facial feature that resembles is the nose, "Scott's are known for their cute noses" mother always told me. But the Rivera's are known for so much more. Their hip movements, their beautiful skin and eyes, their long figure, broad shoulders, excellent cooking and dancing. I'm a Rivera, but I only have the beautiful skin and eyes. My dad's side of the family is a lot more fun than my mom's. They go dancing every night, find the joy in not having much. 
                          
Rivera's taught me how to dance, how to move my hips to the beat of a song, dance like no one else is watching. When I was younger my dad used to take me to see them and they would throw a party in my arrival, like as if i was a princess or something. And everyone was so happy to be there, Abuela would go out and dance like no one was there on the floor, she would move her hips and get other people interested to dance and have fun, it was amazing. I was eleven at the time and I was a curious child. So one day I went into the kitchen while she was cooking and I told her I wanted to dance like her, she laughed,  and then pulled out a broom and began to damce, just like she did. 
                          
I miss seeing them all the time. 
                          
But, Scott's don't really like Rivera's and Rivera's love everyone, which makes the Scotts hate them even more.  
                          
All Scott's are sophisticated, which is another reason they hate Rivera's, they are the exact opposite. All Scott's have money, all went to Harvard, all inherited daddy's money and one of his houses. My grandfather had two girls, Nicole and Mirren, Mirren being my mother. Mom inherited the house we live in now while Nicole took the lake and the cottage, Nicole has no children so the lake was better for her. My  grandad also had a mansion, but that was given to grandmother until she passes, then will be given to my mother along with a couple million dollars. 
                          
Personally, I don't know why we need all this money, mom works enough, we have enough money, plus money is what tore mom and dad apart. 
                          
My mother let my dad leave because of her stupid trust fund, she loved him more than anything, when he was here we went out, she didn't work, we were that perfect family. But then, Grandad told my mother that she'd cut her out of the inheritance and take off her trust fund if the marriage continued, so mother got scared, and when her and daddy argued because of mother going back to work, dad threatened to leave and she let him, I think she thought of it as the perfect way to end it off with him without telling him about the money, Mother was devastated for months. She told me that he left and is now somewhere in the Carribean with his new wife, but I know he moved to Connecticut with Abuela. Mom only says that because she doesn't want me seeing him, but she doesn't know I text him still.
                          
"Cadence! I'm glad you're awake, which color should I wear?" She asks, holding up a cherry red and a lilac purple listick. 
                          
"Red, it matches your complexion." I reply, sitting up in my bed, she gives me a smile and nods. 
                          
"You know, I was gonna pick that but i just had to make sure- how's your friend? Um, Alice I think her name was?" She says switching from one topic to another. 
                          
"We're not really friends anymore." I reply. "And me and Jack aren't really dating anymore." 
                          
"Did you do something, sweetie? You know they were really great people, you should probably fix those  relationships, hun." She says, applying the lip stick. 
                          
Says the one who split up with her husband because of money. 
                          
"You know what, it's probably nothing, mom, me and Alice are still friends and Jack and I are two years strong!" I say in a fake excited voice. 
                          
"Honey, it's not good to joke about that stuff, one day it could actually happen, but i'm glad everything is good." She replies, putting down the lip stick and exiting my room.
                          
I think I remember why I don't talk to her. She doesn't care about anything, she tries so hard to be perfect even though she's not, she's buried in lies. 
                          
I look over to the clock to see that it is six, so I should start getting ready for school. I get up and stretch my arms out a bit, then find myself traveling to my dresser. It was snowing last night while I was sleeping and looking out the window now it looks like its going to rain, which may mean its going to be cold today and the school is too cheap to turn on heaters at times. 
                          
I grab a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved white and dark blue striped shirt and a dark blue vest. I slide on my socks and accompany them with my dark blue rain boots.
                          
I then do the usual, brush my teeth, put a braid in my hair, and put on makeup. I grab my bag and go down stairs, then open the freezer and pop two waffles into the toaster. I quickly look outside the window, it's pouring and I have to walk to school, great. 
                          
I hear the toaster ring, signifying that my waffles are done, I pop up and grab the waffles while being careful not to burn myself. As I begin to eat one, I hear a faint knock on the door, I squint my eyes in confusion, then put the waffle down on the counter. I walk over to the door and look through the big window next to the door to see Shawn standing there in the rain with his shoulders scrunched up to his ears and his arms wrapped around his upper chest. I quickly open the door, Shawn looks down at me for a bit, I look up at him. 
                          
"Aren't you going to let me in?" He asks, making me chuckle to myself, and then moving to the side allowing him to step on the welcome mat. 
                          
He is soaking wet, his hair is messed up and his light blue shirt is now a darker shade because of how wet it is. I chuckle and stand on my toes and pull his tall body down to my height to reach his head and shake my fingers through his wet hair, getting the water droplets on my face. "Do you want a towel?" I ask, now slowly running my fingers through his soft, wavy curls. His eyes stare into mine again, my fingers now trailing down the side of his head. 
                          
I never realized how much I love brown eyes. Anyone's brown eyes. 
                          
His face inches closer to mine, his hands now gripped on the side of my waist, his eyes admiring mine and waiting for me to kiss him. 
                          
But then he pulls away. He pulls away and says, "Yes, I want a towel."