I go to the normal high school the one that are in movies, we got the jocks, the boy crazy ones, the populars, the nerds, the geeks, the normal, the I-don't-care, the emotional, the liars, you name it we got it.
I would place myself in the normal categories, you know, brown hair, blue eyes, by the way the names Morgan. Morgan Freeman, nah jk, Morgan December. I have a couple of friends, as in couple I mean four, yah I'm soooo popular, but some of the populars are nice and talk to me every now and then, but my best friend is the most popular girl in school, she doesn't notice that most guys in school would do anything to be with her, redhead and blue eyed, that's Revlon,
then there's Katie, the really loud and inappropriate but funny person, she has a boyfriend and might I say he is very loyal and he loves her pale blue eyes and dirty blonde hair,
then theirs May, black hair and brown eyes, isn't into relationships, she really smart but she isn't a nerd but is a geek for Harry potter, there isn't one conversation you can have with her without her mentioning Harry potter stuff, and very pretty,
And last but not least Candy, she's the clown of the group anything she says is somewhat stomach hurting funny, which is why we get detention so much, but sooo worth it. Black hair and brown eyes, then there's me,
As I said before I'm Morgan December, brown hair and blue eyes, I love music and drawing, Revlon and that are always saying I'm the most talented in the group, I sorta agree, I sing, I'm an artist and play the guitar and drums, but I'm not as funny as Candy.
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"WAKE UP MORGAN!" I gasp awake as I feel the stinging pain on my right cheek, I glare at my brother Brent, "Hey at least I didn't soak you!" He yells in a playful tone, throwing his arms up in surrender after I shove him lightly smiling ear to ear.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't." I huff tying to look piss but failed, in stead I fell out of bed and face planted, I groan in pain and hear my brother laugh as he left the room, i get off the carpet and look at my alarm, 7:30am, I moan in fake pain as my door opened, "Mor, you okay?" My mum walked I with her ginger her in a loose bun,
"I'm *cough* sick." I fake groan in pain, she raises an eyebrow, "Well if your sick then I guess you have no strength to stop Brent from." she paused then grinned at me, "eating you pop tarts." she finished. My eyes widened and I rush out of my bedroom and tumbled down the stair, when I reached the bottom I saw Brent grinning at me.
Leaning on the island by the kitchen were we always eat instead of eating on an actual table, next to him on the marble island was a chocolate poptart, just as he was going to pick it up, I jumped off the floor and charged at him like I was the predator and he was the prey.
I reached him 5 seconds flat and tackled him before he could get his slim fingers on that tart, we both went down with an ompf, I knock the wind out of both of us, I gasp trying to get air in my lungs, and when I finally started breathing normally I calmed, "get off me you weigh as much as a whale. " Brent groaned, I laugh, "you need to fix you hair." I say smiling at him.
His brown hair that he tamed before was now sticking up in different places and almost covered his brown orbs. He groan not wanting to do it again, I heard laughter behind us. I got off my brother dusting myself off I look and see that mum and dad recorded eveything, I gasp and run up to then and watch what they caught.
My face heated up, "I'm going to get ready." I mumble and tried to keep my smile from forming on my face, I eat first and then rush upstairs, and put on my t-shirt, black with the slythern house on it, and high-waist light blue denim shorts on, the ones with three buttons in the front,
I brush my teeth and brush my hair back into a high pony tail, you can see my one Blonde streak I always get redone every year, I've been doing this ever since my granny died, she was a hair dresser and did the streak for me so I decided to keep it in my hair.
I put on my bright but dark pink jacket on I never zip it up through. Packing my school bag, my note book, it's big for a notebook, that's because I need to take a lot of notes, then my binder, math book and my pencil, in my small pocket in the front of my plain black jansport bag. I put in a small bag that holds my pads and liners, for when I get that monthly thing.
I swing the bag over my shoulder and walk down the stairs, mum and dad are gone for a business trip for the weekend, which means, I groan out loud, Brent has a party every Saturday when mum and dad go for a business trip.
"Hurry sis!" I rush to the front door, and hop into Brent's black Honda, in the front seat, waiting for Brent to lock the door I put my earbuds in my ears and put on music, the song of the weekend fills my world.
Shoop-shoop-shoppy doop doop,
I sing along
OMG it's the weekend, hands up for the weekend, omg it's the weekend, like everyday.
Brent shakes me I look up and we're at.... School, I smile and thank Brent before I get out of the car and we go our separate ways. I walk up to my locker and do the code, 12-19-27, opening the locker I take what I need like, my pencil case and my notebook.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I put my bag on the ground and turn around, I took my earbuds out and the song I was listening to, super bass, faded away. "Yo, Kk." I say as Candy stands in front of me with her pink and blue pencil case along with her white notebook and chemistry book, "ready to go go GOAHHHHH!" She screamed in a high pitched note, pretty sure dogs would heard her scream, I dropped my phone, pencil case and my notebook on the Lino floor and covered my ears.
"Oh god Kk! Scream again and I'll be freaking deaf!" I yell, her face flushed as everyone that heard her stare with a judging look in their eyes, " hey! She's not freaking Justin Bebier! Look somewhere else!" I tell at them and they look away.
"Thanks." Candy mumbled, I pick up my things and put my bag in my locker and grab my chemistry book, closing it I put one earbud in listening, love me like you do.
We walked down the hall together, and spot Katie kissing her boyfriends ginger hair and rushing to us when she spotted us. "Hey, my-" I slap my hand over her inappropriate mouth, I shook my head, "not today Katie, as much as I love to hear you talk about.. um.." I clear my throat, Katie knew I didn't like saying that word, so she understood, "I want one day without you saying it." I say with pleading eyes, she nodded and I lifted my hand from her mouth.
She had her chemistry book and her purple pencil case, we started walking when they dare me to run straight forward and I couldn't stop until I bumped into someone so I gave Katie my things and ran.
I only stepped forward twice before I crashed to the ground, "aww man, I didn't think it would hurt this much." I groan and put my head back on the ground, I heard Candy and Katie laughing their guts out while I was on the ground in pain, what great friends, I think to my self, I get off the ground to see who was the poor person.
My eyes widened at the sight of, *gulp*
Brandon Ford, he groan in pain and opened his eyes, he looked at me with anger in eyes, I sang a song that calmed me down when I was freaking out, I put my hands up to my ears,
OMG it's the weekend, hands up for the weekend, omg it's the weekend, hands up for the weekend.
We can let go, sipping Rose
On that poolside, Mandeley bay
Wanna be friends, keep it bouquet
Can't get enough of my hotty Moly
I ran until my legs almost gave way underneath me, behind, Candy and Katie puffing like they ran a mile, "omg." i whisper, " that was Brandon Ford, the Brandon Ford." I yell, my heart was pounding like it would rip away from me and walk away.
"He's going to kill me."
Brandon Ford is the schools bad boy, he's rich, slept with a bunch of girls, skips classes, the normal bad boy, had friends and all, but he. Is. Scary.
