BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BE-CRUNCH!
I lifted up my clenched fist from the ruins of my digital clock. My parents insisted upon getting it, as I was a very heavy sleeper, but hey, if you’re working your arse off to get good grades in school, you can't really help it!
Still groggy, I manage to somehow climb out of bed, plant my sleepy feet on the floor and drag myself to the bathroom. I turned on the lights, and instant mistake, blinding myself in the morning, just wonderful. As my eyes adjusted, I stared at myself in the mirror
Looking back at me was my bed haired, freckled teenage self.
I had brownish, well; you could call it chestnut hair that was shoulder length. I had to squint in the light, making my face scrunch up a bit, but my cheeks were still freckly and mouth, well apart from the chapped lips it was alright I guess. I had blue eyes, not the greyish blue type but the deep blue type, like sapphires my mum used to say.
While on the subject of family, my mum looked kind of like me, with the chestnut hair and the freckly face. She was the sort of mum that managed to look young and at the age of 38, even with the stress of looking after two kids, a dog and keeping up a hectic work schedule to that, as she was a freelance photographer.
My dad however was still in the prime of his life, even though he was balding with a bit of beer belly thrown in for good measure. He had a rough face, even though he was comely. He worked in the army for a while, before being transferred to the government, into the departments that were ran by the Supernatural’s.
That's where I got my powers from, but I'll save that part for later, it will be more interesting.
I won’t go into my twin siblings, Robby and Frankie, let’s just say that they are little balls of terror that I’d prefer to kick rather than socialise with.
After a hurried shower, dry and dress in my school stuff, I went downstairs and sat down to breakfast in the kitchen/dining room. We had one because my parents thought it was more sociable.
On the table was a jug of milk, a box of "Crunchy Nut" (bleurgh..), with a note, which read:
"Hey honey, dad had to go to work early and the twins have a dress rehearsal for the school play, breakfasts on the table, see you later!
Love Mum xoxox"
I read this while eating my toast; luckily, I had packed my bag the night beforehand. I useful habit I had fallen into over the many, many years of torturous school education, although I did feel relieved at the fact that my brother and sister were out of my hair for the morning...
That relief quickly faded as I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 8.20. Shit. 25 minutes till school.
I dropped my toast and ran back upstairs, struggled into my uniform (The usual fair, blazer, shirt both dark green and black trousers) pulled on my shoes, grabbed my bag, coat, keys and ran out of the door.
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Hey guy's, this is my first story for a while and I wanted to try something different, writing from a girls perspective(im a guy), i don't really write much. Feedback is much appreciated. :)
