Chocolate Pudding

Chapter Uno

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You woke up to the annoying sound of pounding on your bedroom door. You groaned and flipped over in your bed, trying to get some extra sleep in. You could hear some shouting too, but you weren't really paying attention.

You heard the door open and woke up again to someone jumping on your bed. You opened your eyes to see your brother jumping on top of you and yelling at you to get up.

"WHAT THE HECK STEVE?!?!" You shouted at him, your voice still a little groggy from sleeping mere seconds ago.

"GET UP WE'RE GONNA BE LATE! MOM'S GONNA KILL US!" Your brother, Steve, shouted back, while still jumping on the bed.

"What time is it?!?!" You asked.

"IT'S ALMOST 8 C'MON GET A MOVE ON!" He finally jumped off the bed and started ordering you to get dressed and brush your teeth quickly. You panicked at the time and jumped out of bed immediately, running to your closet and throwing some clothes on.

You ran to the bathroom so fast you slipped on the rug and missed the door, but quickly recovered and started brushing your teeth while simultaneously running your finger through your (h/c) hair.

You ran downstairs and heard Steve honk the car outside. 'No time for breakfast then' you thought as you grabbed your backpack and picked up your shoes. You ran out the door and hopped on one foot trying to get your shoe on while Steve motioned for you to hurry up. You got one shoe on and hopped in the car, and put the other one on as soon as Steve slammed the gas and sped out of the driveway.

You flew around a bit before you buckled up and caught your breath.

"What the heck Steve? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" You yelled at him.

"My alarm didn't go off! The breaker went off last night and I forgot to reset it! Just be glad I woke up in time or Mom would've killed us when they get home and see an absence or a tardy!" He responded. You just rolled your eyes and blew a piece of hair out of your face. You crossed your arms for the remaining minute of the drive before Steve slammed the brakes in the drop-off zone of the middle school.

You opened the door and turned around to thank your brother for driving you before he licked his thumb and rubbed it all over your face.

"EW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You yelled as you pulled your face away from him.

"You had some leftover toothpaste on your face." He responded. You pushed his hand away and rubbed it off with your sleeve.

"See ya after school bro. Try to pay attention in class instead of all your girlfriends." You reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Smurfette." He responded. You closed the door and he sped away, anxious to be on time for his own school. You ran to the doors and opened them, racing to your classroom.

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You had your head laid on your arm, which was spread out in front of you on your desk. You tapped your pencil against your paper with your other hand and sighed, looking at the clock for the hundredth time in the past 3 minutes. Your stomach suddenly growled a bit loudly and you clutched it in embarrassment in case anyone heard.