The sun shines through my window and makes contact with my eyes thereby making my beautiful sleep vanish. I roll from left to right and try covering my head with a pillow but it's already too late. I wake up and slowly trot down to the living room.
My eyes still squinted because of the light and also a bit itchy from sleep. I notice my mom cleaning the place with earphones plucked in her ears as she shook her head swaying her shiny ebony black hair from left to right. She turns her head and looks at me.
"Finally, you're up sweety!" she shouts over her music.
"There's no need to shout mom, I can hear you perfectly well," I shout back and she gives me a little smile then gets back to her work.
Before making my way into the kitchen I go out to see where my dad is. Music blurring from his car's speakers as he prunes the hedges.
Music is a family thing, should have told you earlier.
Nevertheless, now you know. He grooves to the beat and when he sees me a large smile covers his face and he pecks me on the cheek.
"What are you up to dad?" I ask him.
"It's your first day kiddo, you don't want all those dudes laughing at you as you get to school," I hate the way he emphasizes the word dude, feels weird, "I'm sure even my angel wouldn't want that."
I roll me eyes and turn to the door now on my journey to my favourite place in the world, it's also the place my arch enemy awaits me. Unfortunately for her, I'm fully prepared today. Mu ha ha ha. That was meant to be the evil laugh. LOL.
"Hi Alana," a sweet little voice choruses from a huge kitchen chair.
This means something is not right. Let's find out.
"Hi Amelia, how's my cute little sister," I reply knowing she hates being called little.
"I'm fine," she grins as if she's just seen some candy being sold out for free.
That's weird
Something is definitely wrong. I wonder what this little brat has done now. All this time my eyes are locked on the box of cereal I open and pour into my bowl.
I stare at the empty carton of milk. Seriously?
Nooo!!!
This can't be. I mean, imagine starting your day without a bowl of cereal.
After all, who on earth doesn't enjoy cereal?
I look down to the floor and there we go. I'm standing in a huge puddle of milk with some of it still dropping from the table. I follow the trail and it leads back to...
AMELIAAAA!!!
I hadn't noticed all along that her cheeks are white and her pjs are wet from drinking the milk, and pouring most of it into her cereal bowl. Which is already full.
Quick question, does everyone get such siblings???
"What did you do Amelia?" I hiss at the toddler.
"I drank the milk, and left none for you," she giggles.
"Why? You expect me to have cereal and water?"
"Mommy says big girls don't drink milk."
Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!
Why do you tell these little freaks tales they misunderstand. "You'll pay for it."
"I won't," she barks.
On second thoughts, I DO NOT think I was well prepared for her.
I get to school in my dad's Chevrolet and I ask him to drop me outside the gate. Made him believe parking inside would delay him to work. As soon as I loose sight of the back of his black car my heart turns into a stampede. I slowly advance into the huge building and as usual, a hallway with rows of lockers on both sides comes after a room with trophies.
Why would they put it near the door though? Is it for thieves to steal?
As I'm opening my so called locker a girl bumps into me and just the one thing I would love doing with a handsome guy happens, but with a girl.
Picking up my books.
Her blonde hair is covering her face therefore i can hardly tell what expression it has, but the speed at which she's picking up my books tells me something might be wrong.
"Hey," I say reaching out my hand to her.
She quickly moves her hand away, "Sorry, no time to talk."
She hands me my books whilst wiping her hair away from her eyes and only then do I see she's got spectacles. She looks cute though, I wonder what she's running from.
The place looks peaceful, Which is odd in a high school.
My first lesson is...
OMG.
Who is he?? Standing a few feet from me is the hottest... I mean it, hottest guy I've ever come across.
He puts his fingers through his messy black hair and as he turns I take a glimpse is his flawless face.
Standing with him are a few guys of the same breed...
I'm pulled out of my day dream when I feel my hand being pulled. I turn and see the girl in spectacles again.
Why's she so weird?
First she ignores me, now sh pulls me.
"Don't ever make that mistake again," she whispers to me when we were in a less crowded area.
"Why? I mean what mistake?"
Honestly, I'm more than confused.
"He's Cyrus and messing with him is a big mistake," she tells me speaking a bit loudly but still lowering her face, "Don't."
She walks away leaving me suspended.
What's so special about this "Cyrus" guy? Looked pretty ordinary to me.
Except his godly beauty.
Now my gum is tasteless.
I open the door to my class and an uncomfortable silence fills the room.
All eyes on me.
Not a situation I would love.
I freeze by the door. Oh no!!!
"Will you move or are you glued up to the door?" A girl behind me snaps rudely.
"Sorry."
I move out of her way.
"I will help you in," someone whispers and holds my hand then slowly pulls me in.
This time I didn't need anyone telling me four-eyes is here helping me. I follow her lead into the room and we are at my desk.
Thank gosh I made it.
"Thanks."
"My pleasure."
"And you are?"
I quickly detect the change of voices and slowly tilt my body.
"I-"
Not a good time to get nervous Alana, calm.
"I'm waiting."
"I'm..."
I hate having flaws.
"You may take your sits," a deep voice intrude the chatting.
Thank gosh. I was just about to get sun burnt in the class. I that's possible;
"So so so, welcome back boys and girl, ohh I see those deep voices coming through," he muses at his own words, "Should I say, ladies and gentleman."
"Yes young guy, how may I be of help?"
A guy in the back had his hands up. Is that a good thing??
"Well, if you could stop blabbering about our growth and get into the growth of the world from the 80s you would have done us a huge favour," he says and the whole class laughs.
"Ohh, look who's eager to learn, Mr. James Prescot. Funny right," he breaks into a loud deep laugh but stops, flushing with embarrassment to the fact that the whole class was staring at him like some not-so-funny muse.
Teen attitude.
The day goes on as more and more teachers face the embarrassment till it's lunch time.
Yay!
We all like eating. Right?
Students from all sides of the building pile into the hallway saying all kinds of things you wouldn't want to hear.