Little Miss Not So Perfect

 "Hurry up, Syd!" is how my Monday morning started. Well actually, most my mornings started this way, my twin brother Blake yelling up the stairs, bowl of cereal in his hands. Most of the time his mouth was full also so it sounded more like, "Urry Oup, Syd!"

I was pretty much ready when Blake yelled up for me, just checking myself out in the mirror one last time before I had to go in front of the judge, my mother. My mother tried to keep a perfect family image, but if you were a fly on the wall you would know my family is not even close to perfect.

I looked myself up and down, seeing what I usually saw every morning, my straight ash blonde hair that went down to just below my breast, my teal blue eyes that I shared with my brother, my small petite body that I worked hours on, my light tan skin from the new sunny weather, my freckle on my cheek that I loved but mother hated. A lot of people have called me beautiful, but all I saw were flaws. Flaws that I wished to fix, but didn't know how. 

I looked one last time before I headed out my door and down the stairs. My mother was waiting at the bottom on the stairs. My mother always looked perfect, she wore a small sun dress that showed of her body, her shoulder length light brown hair was curled to perfection, her green eyes shined. She does this every morning, waiting to approve or disapprove of my outfit. She looked me up and down just like I had done a few minutes ago. First, she looked at my loose fitted pink tank top, and then looked down to my ripped skinny jeans, and lastly my black flip-flops. "You could have dressed up a little more," She said coldly, "Don't you think so, Blake?" She yelled into the kitchen where my brother was finishing his breakfast. 

He turned around, looked at me quickly and spoke, "I think you look beautiful, Syd," he smiled. I sighed a sigh of relief; at least one person in this house doesn't think I look bad. 

My mother scoffed and went into the kitchen as I followed. I grabbed a water and an apple, my usually breakfast. I sat down next to Blake and whispered, "Thanks" 

He smiled again, pat me on the back and said, "No problem sis, but lets go I don't want to be late."

My mom looked up from her coffee then, "Are you two coming home tonight? I don't want you staying out late on school nights, who knows what the neighbors think. Just imagine what they talk about when they see the two of you coming home in the middle of the night." She continued on and on about different things the neighbors could come up with. My mom has anxiety, and not the kind you can cure with a pill. Trust me she has tried them, nothing seems to work with her. 

Blake raised his hand and she finally stopped talking, "I'm sleeping at my friends house tonight, I thought I already told you that?" He asked, his teal blue eyes shining.

Mother shook her head, "Oh no. I must have forgotten!" She shrugs, "Just you and I tonight then, Sydney."

Oh please no, that's the last thing I want tonight. "Sydney is sleeping over at Juliette's, mom don't you remember any of this?" Blake quickly saved me. 

I looked at him confused. I stared at his blue eyes as his slightly curly, messy, chocolate brown hair was beginning to fall in front of his eyes, he gave me one of those 'go along with it' looks. And I did.

I could tell mom was getting nervous, "Mom, it is alright if I sleep out too right?" I asked quietly not wanting to upset her anymore.

She nodded quickly, picking up her cup of coffee and taking it into the sunroom. That was the last time I would see her for this morning, or day even.

"Lets go," Blake said, grabbing my backpack throwing it at me then grabbing his own. He began walking out the door to the car.

"Woah, wait! I'd like to know where I'm sleeping tonight Blake! I had no plans of sleeping at Juliette's. It isn't like I can go home now." I yelled to him, running after him to the car. I put my bag in the back seat and slid into the passenger side. He ignored me and started up the car.

"Um, Blake did you hear me?" I asked unsure whether he actually didn't hear me or was ignoring me.

He looked over to me quickly then back to the road. "I heard you, but I don't think you're gonna like my answer." 

Oh no. I hope it isn't his girlfriend or something. Wow wait, Blake doesn't have a girlfriend. Oh crap, it's his random hook up buddy. Gross, I can't stay there with them. My thoughts continued thinking of what girl it could be. Maybe if I knew her it wouldn't be too bad, hell maybe they wouldn't even do anything that could scar me for life. Maybe . . .

When I looked out the window I saw that we were pulling in the school parking lot. I didn't realize how early we were until I saw the parking lot, barely anyone was here yet! Usually parking was like a game, seeing who could get the open spots first. However, today was easy, Blake pulled into a spot close to the door. I was thankful for this; I always hated having to walk to the car after school. I always just wanted to get home. 

Blake got out of the car quickly, grabbing his bag and dashing to the group of people I saw forming. I followed a little slower, knowing neither Juliette or Grayson, my two best friends, would be here yet. Juliette loved being "fashionably late" as she called it. Grayson just liked sleeping and his mom had a hard time getting him out of bed.

I actually remember one time when Grayson slept over at my house on a school night because his parents were away on vacation that it took me 20 minutes just to wake him up. Then about 20 more minutes to get him out of bed, and when I went downstairs to eat breakfast and he was supposed to be getting ready upstairs, he decided to go back to sleep. That day we were both late and Grayson still half asleep when we got to school because I "ruined his beauty sleep."

I followed Blake over to the group of people, politely nodding and saying hello to some that I knew. When I got over to Blake he was standing next to Chase Sterling, his best friend. 

Let me tell you a little bit about Chase. He's the same age as my brother and I. He has very dark brown hair and if you look quickly you might mistake it for black. It is medium length, straight, tousled hair, it always looks messy but the hot "just had sex" kind of sexy. He has these amazing, memorizing forest green eyes. He's tall too, probably around 6'1. He's gorgeous, and he definitely knows it. 

I stopped next to Blake and Chase as they were talking. Chase looked over at me and checked me out. I've been checked out before, don't get me wrong, I have. However, Chase always does it so indiscreetly. He really has so shame at all. After he looked up and down my body once or twice he stopped at my face, looking me right in the eye and announced, "I can't wait to see what you wear to bed tonight." 

Thank you anyone who reads this! This is my first story that I have ever published on any site, so I would love feedback. Good or bad feedback is welcomed, since I would like to learn how to make my stories better. Again, thank you so much for reading, commenting and voting!