Athena woke up the next morning to the loud sounds of Papa Roach blaring from a radio alarm not near enough to her bed. She smiled. She liked it when she was woken by this sort of thing. She liked the song. It made her feel...nostalgic? No. That wasnt it. Fuck she liked this song.
She got up eventually. Bleary eyed she pawed around her room. Something felt off, like de ja vu or something...but she oh, fuck?! Was she hung over? Naw...she was supposed to...something important today...was her band playing? No wait...she had just dreamed of being in a band...was she in a band? Maybe she was still drunk. But she knew she hadn't been drinking last night. Start easy. She still had yet to get out of bed. What day was it?
She walked to the bathroom took off her shirt and suddenly a light went off in her head.
Oh shit!!
The first thing she noticed was her hair, before it had been light highlights of grey, now it was full on punk streaks. She looked like rogue. Grey, then black, grey then black. Her eyebrow was pierced, she was close to sure that wasnt there before.
"Holy fucking shitballs." She randomly cursed with ease. "It must cover all my clothes!!" Then another "fuck!" Just for good measure.
"That's enough young lady."
She could hear her mom from downstairs.
"I dont need to wake up to loud music and cursing"
"Sorry mom!" She yelled down "I'll do the dishes all this week hows that sound?"
"Fine" was her mother's only retort.
Why did she offer to clean? Why was she cursing so much...none of this was like her. So during her shower she took inventory.
Her name was Athena, she was almost 18...no that's not right...she was 15...she'd need to check her license. The imagine in her mind of her wallet told her she had a license...so definitely not 15. She was still in shape, she made sure of that because she cleaned both herself and after herself very well and she could feel the muscle. Out of the shower she dried her hair and styled it. She looked badass. She smiled as if this look was her idea.
She walked back to her room. On the floor was a crumbled old Victorian dress. "That doesn't go there" the dress seemed to say.
Wait... so this made me an old maid....that made me a cheerleader...this made me a punk...so what the fuck do I wear?
The black dress shimmered and the cheerleader outfit seemed to fade in the sunlight into new colors. The navy and gold now more of a silver and pale blue. The rest, t shirts, Jean's, cutoffs which were now on the verge of becoming daisy dukes, dresses of various Victorian types, one of which she never had the courage to wear for being too risky, one which she had made herself but could never fit into comfortably and above all...the black dress shimmered..any of these could do anything....
"Honey you are going to be late for school!!"
"Fuck."
