Dynamic

Chapter 2

It was a new day, having been woken up by the loud whirring of my dads current fling's hairdryer at the crack of dawn, and I was ready to kill. No one wakes me up earlier than need be and gets away with it. My head was spinning with tiredness, as I had only had three hours sleep, thank you Caleb I now will add Nirvana onto my 'when I become dictator' hit list. I threw my body off my bed and walked towards my bathroom with my eyes still partially shut. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before starting to run a comb through my matted hair, realising it was a lost cause I stopped. I dressed into a pair of dark distressed jeans and a top with symmetrical shapes in different colours printed on it, I was currently loving vintage fashion, which Jason said was on of my 'weird little obsessions'. I throw on a jacket and a pair of scuffed converse and mentally prepared myself not to say anything stupid. Feeling confident in my own prep talk I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

As soon as I entered the kitchen my mouth, doing its usual 'lets just say the first thing that pops into your head' thing as it does on a regular basis, cried,

"So how's my favourite wag on this bright morning. I must say your hair extensions look fabulous, and here I was thinking you didn't need to wash or dry them considering they came out of a packet. I think this morning I learnt that to keep your hair looking that good, you need to dry it at approximately six in the morning. Trust me I won't be making that mistake again."

My dad's fiancé stood their with her mouth open. My dad looked up from his newspaper and gave me that 'if you don't want to die, I would keep that mouth of yours bolted shut'. Jason burst out laughing but quickly covered it up with a really weird cough and sneeze combo. Julia sat down at the table and started to eat her measly piece of toast, she seemed to have either already forgotten, due to her lack of intelligence, or ignored my opening comment. Either way I didn't complain, I grabbed a waffle that Jason had put in the toast before he had to leave due to his 'coughing' fit.

I didn't say another word to anyone and, having retrieved my bag from under a pile of junk, I left the house. I walked down the road, feeling happy that for once in my life I had actually left the house on time. Glancing down at my watch to confirm this I screamed. "SHIT!" I ran down the road , you would think that by having athletic parents I would be as fit as a fiddle, rule no.1 never assume anything about me, especially when it comes to fitness, I am about as fit as a sloth. I reached the bus stop just as I saw the bus turn around the corner. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUCK." I screamed much to the alarm of the elderly couple standing on their front porch on the other side of the road. It was miles away to school, and the teachers tend to use any excuse to make my life hell. I get good results, and that's what I think annoys them because I am probably the most irritating student in the class. I like to question everything they say, I'm not proud of it but who doesn't want to waste some precious lesson time. Jason and Caleb find hilarity in the fact that they can't give me a lift in their huge jeep. You would think that being their little sister they would gladly drive me to school, well that's not the case as they prefer to give a lift to random popular girls who they are currently dating or just sleeping with. Alongside that my brothers also think that the fact that no one knows that we are related is also hilarious, so they like to keep up the pretence.

I called my dad who as normal didn't pick up and then realising that I would have to find other means of getting to school I started running down the road, following the route the bus would have taken had I been on it. Within a few yards I was out of breath and my lungs and legs were killing. I knew that running would be useless and walking wasn't an option as it would be lunch time before I was even a mile away from school.

"Need a lift?" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me. I smiled before turning around to see the kind Samaritan. "Just a normal day in the life of Olivia Lucason I see." He continued.