The Mechanic's Daughter

1-Grandor High

"Wake up!" I heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Well that certainly woke me up.
I checked the alarm on the nightstand.
7:30 am

7 freaking 30 in the morning? Oh sweet Jesus I have to get to school! I didn't even bother to shower although I took one last night.

I grabbed the first pair of jeans and a plaid button up shirt with the first black sneakers I found. I put my curly black hair into a ponytail and I brushed my teeth. Out I go.
I walked into the kitchen and found my dad trying to make breakfast but the whole house was in smoke.

"Dad?" I coughed.
"Eh these weren't the best eggs ever anyway. Where's Carter?" He asked in between coughs.

"Sleeping maybe?" Carter, my older brother, walked out of his room in sweats with no shirt.
"Put on a shirt bimbo, we have to go to school." I said. Carter was older by 5 minutes.

Yup. We're twins.
"I don't want too. I want the ladies to see this magnificent body." He said gesturing down his chest. My brother might have abs, but only because he's a football player. He's the most laziest person I've ever met. He doesn't move a single finger.

"I feel bad to every female out there." I said pointing towards the door.
"Oh please. All those females are all over this." He said smirking.

"Carter and Charlotte shut up! Carter get dressed and you Charlie help me clean this mess." My dad yelled over us.

I hated when people called me Charlotte. I hated that name. That's why people call me Charlie, or in my best friend Piper's case, she calls me Char.

"Kay." I said. The eggs were black. They no longer were white. The pan that made the loud noise was on the floor. It had bacon.

Aw poor bacon.

Carter came back with descent clothes on.
"Oh Dad, I can't work today." He said as he took out OJ and drank from the carton.
"Why?" He asked.

"Football practice." He shrugged.
"No excuses. Once you're done from practice, you head straight to the garage. Hear me?" He said. Carter nodded.

"You too Charlie." I nodded. I heard the bus
approach our stop, which was literally a house down.

"Cart! Let's go!" I said. I grabbed my backpack and my lunch bag. Carter grabbed his backpack and his sport bag.
"Bye Dad Love you!" We both said in unison.

"Bye guys! And don't do that it's creepy." He said.
"Ok!" We both said in unison again.

I stepped into the bus, Carter right behind me.
Once Carter stepped in everyone started to greet him.

Oh the old Carter Carson never gets old. He's probably the school's God, right behind Ryder Mathews. My brother was popular for his football skills, while Ryder was popular for practically dating and banging every girl in school.

While everyone on the bus greeted Carter, I looked for a seat. I noticed the seat where Piper and I usually sit was already occupied.

It was the one and only Peyton Henderson. She never, and I mean NEVER takes the school bus. She had a pink hoodie on with sunglasses. She thinks her disguise is to the next level but anyone can tell it's her.

Anyway, she never takes the bus because she's daddy's rich girl. She's rich and she has her own sports car.

She probably got grounded and her daddy took away her car.
"What are you looking at?" She hissed at me.

"Wha? Me?" I said.
"Ugh. Go away or people will know it's me."

"Oh PEYTON, no one knows it's you!" I yelled as loud as I could. Every single pair of us were on us. Peyton's face could not get any redder and if looks could kill I'd be twenty feet underground. The whispers and gasps in the bus were unbelievable.