Two normal teenagers with normal lives are introduced to a whole new world of challenges and experiences. The two both find touch screen watches that seem normal at first. Just your average fitness watch but it turns out that there is a lot more to...
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I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I hit snooze with my eyes still shut. I roll back over on to my side. I sigh heavily hanging my arm over the edge of my bed as half my face squishes against my pillow. The school year has started and it's time to wake up at 7:30 in the morning for the next 180 days. I feel my brow scrunch down as I make a tired and dreadful look on my face. I finally pull my lazy self out of bed. A shiver went up throughout my body as I left the warm, soft covers. I instantly regretted it. It was so damn comfortable, but I knew I had to get breakfast and make myself presentable for the torture that is school. It feels like summer just flew by, but I guess it always seems to feel that way.
I throw my feet into my comfy, fluffy slippers. I also tossed on one of my hoodies for now until I get my actual clothes on. My hair is so long that it stays tucked underneath my hoodie after I put it on. I'm too lazy to take it out so I decided to leave it. Walking past my mirror I get a glimpse of my reflection when walking out into the hallway. It looked like I had a bad floppy haircut done. I head upstairs for breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs draws me in. I spot my dad wearing his "kiss the chef" apron standing in front of the oven moving the eggs along in the pan.
Dad's the main cook in our house. He's an executive chef at La Forchetta, an Italian restaurant which is a very fancy place to dine. He's always prepping food and making meals in the house. Mum cooks sometimes but when it comes to, Thanksgiving, Christmas dinner, or an Easter feast, dad is always the one working hard in the kitchen and it is so worth the wait cause his meals are delicious. I take a seat trying to hold back my drool as I eyeball the greasy bacon.
"Hey kiddo." He says sliding scrambled eggs on to my plate.
"Hi." I said yawning. Dad always makes the best breakfast. I felt my mouth start to salivate again. "Thanks dad." I said grabbing my fork to take a bite.
"No problem sweetheart. So! You excited for the first day of school?" He asked with a cheerful voice.
"As excited as one can be for school." I said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh, come on it'll be great! Grade 10! Can't believe your already halfway through high school. It seems like only yesterday you were just starting kindergarten." He said fondly.
"Pretty sure yesterday I was sleeping in." I said with sarcasm again.
"Ahh you're funny in the morning." My dad said.
Heavy footsteps came from around the corner. A loud yawn was also heard. It was Jane, my older sister. My little brother Mason followed behind her while itching his eyes. Jane had her fuzzy robe on. Her hair was up in a high ponytail flowing slightly down her shoulder. Mason adjusted his glasses as he walked towards the kitchen table. They both sat down with bacon and scrambled eggs in front of them.
"Dad, I don't like scrambled eggs." Mason winged.
"Mason, you tried them last time and you said you liked them." He exclaimed.
