The Brunette with an Attitude

Chapter 1: Final Year Baby!

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Alarm Clocks. A smart but annoying invention. Now I have to get up for school.

I roll over to my bedside table discovering he time to be 7:46 and I overslept. Dammit. I groaned inwardly. I rolled of the bed and in the process colliding violently with the floor feeling agitated and irritated from waking up so early.

But thankful that I had approximately 45 more minutes of sleep.

Its the first day of another semester as being a senior. So its senior year and I am so excited to be a Senior...Finally!

"Wake up Sydney!" My mother shouted at the top of her lungs interrupting my thoughts.

''I'm up!'' I yelled in reply.

''Well you better hurry your ass up and get down here so you'll get to school early." Typical mom.

I sprint to the bathroom in the process disposing my two piece pj's that have the French words ''C'est La Vie'' meaning... well I have no idea what they mean. I quickly add finding the meaning of that to my mental to-do list.

On my way, I also search for my iPod, I have this obsession with listening to music when I get ready for school in the mornings. Anyway, I tap on shuffle and Uptown Funk comes on. Just thinking about the millions of times I've heard the song and also about how I don't have time to change the song.

In the bathroom, I snatched my toothbrush out of its holder and spread on some toothpaste and brush my teeth vigorously and then gargled some mouthwash at the same time trying to select a song to listen to. I tap shuffle and carry on.

"Don't believe me, just watch..." Singing in my out of tune voice and doing a little dance. Wow, who thought singing out of tune was so much fun.

Getting into the shower, I hesitantly turned on the faucet awaiting getting hit by the cold water. Squirting some body wash into my loofa, I unconsciously washed myself still jamming to the song.

After about 20 minutes in the shower, I got out and wrapped my towel round my body. I grab my iPod and go back to my room.

First I blowdried my hair, pull it into a messy bun then searched for something to wear. After several minutes of throwing things around, I finally chose to wear a black pair of ripped skinny jeans and a plane white t-shirt that have the words ''Carpe Diem" written in black bold letters. I just love purchasing clothes that have another language on them...It's not that weird is it?

I rub on deodorant some lotion onto my skin. Then I speedily drag on my clothes rushing to my dressing table to apply some makeup.

I normally don't wear a lot of make up. So I just apply some primer to my eyelids, draw on a perfectly winged eyeliner and apply cherry Chapstick on my lips.

I pulled on my Converse and headed downstairs.

"Morning dad." I said.

"Good Morning darling." My dad said squeezing me so tightly in a hug.

"Dad Stop!" I shrieked.

I love my dad to the moon and back but he likes tight hugs and I don't.

He finally lets go of me and goes back to reading the newspaper while sipping coffee. I grab a granola bar and stuff it into my mouth and while waiting, I watch my never aging mom preparing breakfast that I will definitely not wait to eat.

My older brother walks into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. I just roll my eyes...

"Dude, we know you have a 4-pack, get over yourself." He replies with a smirk taking milk out of the fridge drinking out of the carton.