Spiderweb of Lies

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Beep Be-

"Shut up!" I shouted, slamming my hand down onto my alarm

The pitter-pater of silk slippers became louder as Clara ran into my room "Miss Ihme, are you all right?!"

"Yes" I answered sleepily. Clara was an amazing person and I loved her, but she always got so het up about my safety and worried non-stop about me. I knew this because while checking her room for a spare hairbrush, I found a box of diaries under her bed and, well, could anyone really stop themselves? On everyday there was a note about what she worried could have happned to me. I know, I know 'curiosity killed the cat' but that saying has been passed down so many generations, that 'curiosity' could have been someone's name, so all that is teaching me is don't let a person called Curiosity go near your cat.

"I heard shouting" Clara questioned staring at me as if trying to burn a hole into my skull. 

"Just me yelling at my alarm clock again" 

"Well, it's time to get up Ihme. Wakey wakey, rise and shine!" She sang in her high pitched, yet still beautiful, voice.

"Do I have to yell at you too?" I asked jokily

"Just get up Immy"

She left the room and I threw the cover off my bed, shivering at the sudden cold. Opening the doors of my wardrobe I stepped in and turned the lights to medium. I turned left to look at my uniform section; grabbed my small waisted, long, grey pleated skirt; white short-sleeved shirt and black, sleeveless sweater. 

After pulling up my stockings, I tied my tie and combed my hair ad eyebrows. I think my favourite part of me is my eyebrows. They're so dark and prominent - such a contrast against my light blonde hair.

The bell signalling breakfast rung, as I was appliing a thin layer of eyeliner. I finished, then ran silently down the marble staircase. 

The smell of fresh bread and hot chocolate filled my nostrils as I entered the kitchen. We always had a little buffet breakfast. Cereal, toast, bread rolls, jam, hot chocolate, yakults, orange juice, coffee, tea and, my absolute favourite, nutella.

"Good morning Ihme" called my mother automatically, buttering a slice of toast

"Good morning mother" I answered

I sat down, placed my napkin on my lap and smiled as a saw a new, full jar of nuttella in front of me.

My father waltzed in and pecked my forehead as he did every morning. As you may have noticed, we have a morning routine and a lunch routine and a dinner routine as well as a 'I've just come home' routine. My parents were crazy.

Clara picked up my wrist and fastened my watch around it, whilst saying " Time to leave miss Ihme"

"Thanks Clara" I gave her a small hug, said goodbye to my parents and opened the door to my mini cooper. I loved my car. It was a red mini cooper with a union jack on top as well as on the wing-mirrors.

I couldn't actually drive yet, but Jam could so he opened the drivers door and pressed down on the exhaust. Jam was my best friend. I would never tell my other friends this but it's true and Jam knows it. Jam goes to a different school from me so he always dropped me off then drove to his own school. 

"So, what's happening with the whole Beth baby situation?" He asked whilst signalling left.

"She found out that she was pregnant too late to get an abortion so she's going to get it adopted."

"Does everyone know yet?"

"No, it's just a few of us but if she's not getting it aborted then everyone's going to find out soon enough"

"How?" he asked, brows furrowed

"Well, I think they might just notice the massive ball shaped lump under neath her shirt" I answered 

By the time we had finished laughing, we had reached the Formby High car park. I gave Jam a hug then ot out of the car. As always, I shouted to him as he left "Not a scratch you hear me! Not-A-Scratch!"