Cormac Hyde-Corrin x OC

Part 1

The blasting of the alarm clock in my ear was unsettling. I rolled over and shut it off, before standing up. I only had 10 minutes to get ready, but that was plenty. My hair was curly because I had washed it the night before. I don't wear makeup, and I don't do much for an outfit. I choose what I can find, although I do care about my teeth. I brush them twice a day, floss, and use mouth wash. I threw on a collared green sweater and some jeans, followed by my bracelets and my heart neclace my mother gave to me.

"Rosa Mea!" I heard my dad shout from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell back putting my final bracelet on. I swung by bookbag over one shoulder and ran down the steps.

I entered the kitchen, to greet my father, John, and younger brother, Logan James. Me and my brother both had two names, Mine was Rosa Mea, and my brothers was Logan James. My mother was fond of having children withe two names. I stepped closer, and smiled to them. They were eating their breakfast quickly. I opened the fridge and grabbed a water, along with an apple from the basket on the island. I lifted up to sit on the counter and my dad raised his brow at me. I gave him a confused look, tilting my head.

"What?" I said, still not having a clue what was going on.

"Meds?" he replied, gesturing to the cupboard. I gave him an 'oh' face and hopped of the counter. I popped the cap of the pill bottle that read Methylphenidate. I had ADHD, it was anooying. I was hyper, thats mostly why I'm kind of the class clown. I go to Brit school and I would say I'm very well known. I was a sophmore, 16 years old. It made me cringe thinking about it.I turned around to see my brother putting his backpack on.

"Ready fam?" my dad said chearfully, opening the door. We piled in our car, me in the front, dad in the drivers seat, and my brother in the back.

"Buckle up." my father reminded both me, and Logan James. Those were the small things I would forget, like turning the tap off, or brushing my hair. It hit me then, as my dad started the car that I didnt brush my hair. Oh well, what can I do now?

"Dad, don't forget I have soccer practice tonight. Can you pick me up at 2:45?" I asked. I was almost one hundred percent sure he would say yes, he always does.

"Yes, darling. Just like every other time you ask." he replied with a squeaky, sarcastic voice. We were already half way to Logan James' school by now. I gave him a smile and turned my head towards the window. I watched the trees flow by in a blur for a while before we came to a stop. I watched as Logan James grabbed his book bag from the seat and opened the door.

"Bye Logan James, I love you!" I shouted once his feet hit the ground. His friends started giggling. He gave me an angry look.

"Rosa Mea stop!" He dragged the stop. I smiled and reached my arm behind the seat as far as I could to high five him.

We drove out of LJ's school and headed to mine. It was a fifteen minute drive from his school to Brit. The whole ride was a comfortable silence because my dad knew it was too early to have any real conversation. I just slouched in my seat waiting, dozing off every couple of seconds. I saw the familiar scenery of Brit school as we pulled up. The car stopped and I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I said my goodbye to my dad, and reminded him yet again about my practice. He laughed as I walked off.