I woke up with a splitting headache, why you ask? My brother had been playing his music at full volume last night to annoy me as my parents had went out for a bit. He thought it was the perfect opportunity as there was nothing I could do to stop him. little did he know I could and would find a way to get my revenge and I made this very clear to him.
My twin brother, Max was an annoying little brat who thought he was amazing. It's not that I didn't love Max or anything but we had a weird relationship which certainly didn't improve when we went into high school.
I was not looking forward to today as today was the day I was leaving for camp. I had to force myself to get out of bed and get dressed, although I'm curious about whether my mum would of sent me in my jammies if I had refused to get ready.
I stepped out of the shower, goosebumps forming on my skin due to the change in temperature. I wrapped myself in a big, soft, fluffy towel and made my way into my room. I dried off my hair and gave it a quick straighten before putting it into a fishtail braid which hung down my back. I slipped into my dark skinny jeans and my Mickey Mouse t-shirt. I stuffed my feet into my oldest pair of tan Uggs and pulled on my dark blue Hollister hoodie. After slipping my red beats round my neck and stuffing my iphone into my back pocket I made my way down stairs.
I walked into the kitchen trailing my case behind me. "You ready?" My mum asked grabbing the car keys. "As ready as I'll ever be," I sighed. This had just ruined my summer and to make matters worse my stupid brother didn't even have to go. This was getting worse by the second.
I slammed the car boot shut and climbed into the passenger seat in the car. I gave my dad and brother a half-hearted smile before my mum pulled out the driveway. Soon we were on the motorway.
