I was woken up by little sister screaming. Not how I wanted to be woken, it was six in the morning and figuring I wasn't going to get back to sleep I got up. It was my second term in middle school now, and we had been on Christmas holiday so it was the first day back.
I grabbed my outfit that I had picked out last night; a pair of skinny dark gray skinny jeans, ripped at each knee, a cropped black jumper with the words "dork" printed in white. Then to finish, a pair of ankle socks, a pair of white air max and a little gray beanie.
I didn't put too much effort into my hair I let the long golden curls hang loose below my shoulders so it looked like I hadn't put in too much effort.
Finished getting dressed I grabbed my bag and walked down stairs.
My mum, Karen, and baby sister, Alice, where already sitting at the table. My older brother was no where.
"Where is Josh." I asked my mum,
"He should be getting up, I called him a couple of minutes ago."
"Okay." I sat down at the table and poured a few lucky charms into my bowl, poured some milk in and began to eat.
Some time later my older brother slouched into the kitchen. He had blonde hair slightly darker than mine in a messy quiff, he was tall and wore a vest top and skinny jeans.
"Morning" he murmured,
"Morning" I said back. He too sat down pores himself lucky charms and began to eat.
