Mccal Family

Isaac

Jesus, I'm nervous, I really hope you like it. This is my first story, so be honest. Oh, and have in consideration that English is not my first language :)

Pov Isaac

I wake up to the alarm clock ringing at 7:00 as usual. Damn, how I hate waking up early! After curling up in bed for a bit, I pluck up courage and decide to get up before my parents come to wake me up. I go to the bathroom and turn on the cold water to see if I wake up faster. I wash my face and take a quick shower. Then, I go to my room and wear the school uniform, which consists of blue dress pants, a white dress shirt with a red and blue tie, and a blue blazer with the school logo in red. After getting dressed, I leave my room and go down to have breakfast. When I reach the stairs I find my brother.

"Good morning, sunshine," he says, teasing me.

One detail I didn't mention: I have a terrible morning mood. My brother has it too, but it seems that today, he decided to piss me off.

"Fuck off Liam" I reply.

"Wow, Isaac, how rude! I think I'm going to have a little chat with dad about your manners, " he says, laughing.

I simply roll my eyes and give him my middle finger. He laughs and pushes me. Liam is two years younger than me, I'm 16, and he's 14, but it's like we're the same age. We arrive at the dining room where our parents are already and greet them with a kiss.

"Good morning," I say, already in a bad mood.

"Good morning,"  says my brother with a smile.

"Good morning, boys,"  says our parents in chorus.

As I sit down to drink coffee, I make a pain face. Yesterday, I had an argument with my dad about a math test I had hidden from him. I'll explain: our parents are extremely strict on many issues, and school is one of them. They don't accept less than 8, adding that to the fact that we study at a very demanding elite school, you can see that most of the time, we're studying and doing work. Anyway, my lacrosse team is having a super important game this Saturday, and I need to be at that game, so I spent the whole last week practicing and completely forgot about the math test.
As soon as I got the C, I knew right away that my dad would never let me play this weekend. What I didn't remember was that whenever someone at school gets less than B, which is the average there, they have to take the test signed by the person in charge the next day. As I forgot that detail, I decided not to tell anything about the test and yesterday, right after class, as I didn't bring the signed test, the administration had already sent an email to my father, who was furious.
Now, besides not going to the game on Saturday, I'm grounded and unable to sit comfortably for about 2 days. But I'll find a way to go play this weekend, or my name isn't Isaac Argent Mccall.

Pov Scott

I'm in the dining room with my wife, reading the news on the iPad and looking at the time: 7:23 am and still no boys.
Here at home, we have a whole organized routine, and they know it very well. They wake up at 7:00 am to be in the dining room at 7:20 am for breakfast.
My wife puts her hand on my shoulder to relax me, and at the same moment, our kids enter. Isaac already comes with an upset face, and Liam ahead, amused. I decide not to say anything about their delay, after all they are usually punctual.
When Isaac sits down, he makes a face, which doesn't surprise me after the conversation we had yesterday. The boys know we're strict about grades, but Isaac sometimes seems like he's only got lacrosse in his head, so I had to remind him of his priorities. I didn't hurt him, of course, but it was enough for him to remember what happens when you don't study hard enough and when you try to hide your tests.
Liam sees his brother's face and laughs at him. I throw him a warning look. They are treated the same way, and I don't allow them to make fun of each other. Most of the time, they get along well, but there are days when it's impossible not to argue with them. Liam takes the message and starts eating his blueberry pancakes.
Breakfast goes on as usual and I tell the boys that I will be the one to take them to school, as I want to speak with Isaac's math teacher to see how he can get his grade back. As soon as I announce this, my oldest rolls his eyes and excuses himself from the table. I deny him because he hasn't finished eating, and the next thing I know, we're screaming at each other.