Chapter One: Ambrose

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My alarm goes off with an awful screeching, I groan and reach my hand out from under the covers to smash my fist against the snooze button. Time to commute another day to that awful school. I throw the covers off my body and swing my legs off the side of the bed. I feel my bare feet touch the cold wood flooring, and shiver. Where was the heat when you needed it? Oh right I forgot, I had a cheap lawyer as a father who decides this is the year to save on heating. Couldn't he have picked next year? I mean we are rich as fuck. My father was the most sought out lawyer in Michigan. Don't get me wrong I love my dad but sometimes he really grinds my gears. I shake my head in annoyance and stand to stretch out my sleepy limbs. I trudge over towards my bathroom to relieve this monster of a morning wood I have. After relieving myself I stand at the bathroom sinks and admired myself as I wash my hands. God I'm hot. I have shaggy black hair with piercing green eyes. I'm tall, about 6'4 paired with great muscles. Not those big veiny muscles that gross everyone out, but the nice tanned beefy muscles. I dry my hands off and decide I should probably get in the shower before my cow sister uses up all the hot water. I mean who needs to shower for an hour? Obviously Alice does. She's like 14 and thinks she's all that. I hear Alice's alarm go off in the room next to mine and decide to get my ass in motion. I turn to the shower and turn the taps on making sure the heat was just right and pull down my drawstring loose pajama bottoms. I hop in and start scrubbing my shampoo into my hair. It's axe. My favorite. Makes my hair smell good and feel soft. I rinse before picking up the matching conditioner. After that I pick up my favorite body wash, lathering up my black lufa I begin to scrub my body clean. I turn the water off to hop out of the shower, drying off with my fluffy towel. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my walk in closet. I pick out a pair of black jeans along with a white v-neck t-shirt. I stab my legs through my jeans and yank my shirt over my head then make my way back to the bathroom. I once again stand in front of the mirror to start on my luscious locks. I squirt some of my hair gel in the palm of my hand and massage it through my hair, giving it that messy look. Once I was satisfied I brush my teeth, leaving no room for bad breath. Can't offend the ladies. I reach over and grab my polo red cologne to spray some on my shirt. I am officially ready to start my day. I throw a charming smile at the mirror then make my way downstairs for breakfast. I am halfway down the steps when I smell bacon. Oh god yes. I just creamed my pants.

I race down the rest of the stairs chanting, "BACON BACON BACON BACON."

I skid into the kitchen. There it was. Bacon. I stalk towards my pray, reaching a hand out to snag a piece when my hand was slapped away.

"WHAT MOM WHY OH GOD I NEED IT!!!" I scream in agony.

My mother glares at me "You know we wait till your sister is ready to eat."

"But mother... its a burning need inside me" I whisper, my heart broken.

My mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I pout, turning around I pull out my chair at the table and sit. My dad was sitting at the head of the table, glasses low on his nose, newspaper in one hand and coffee in the other. His black Armani business suit looks sleek and modern. My father looks like an older version of me. If I had silver streaks in my hair and wrinkles. Well he wasn't that wrinkly but he has laugh lines. He is 46 years old, my mother is 36. Can you say age difference? My mom was 16 when they met making my dad 26. A lot of six's. My parents still love each other which makes me happy. I hear cow like stomps coming down the stairs and knew... knew it was Alice. The swine.

"Took you long enough Al" I mumble to her.

"Oh hush up Amber. Ugly people wouldn't understand what us pretty people have to go through in the morning" Alice says.

I gasp dramatically. "How could you say that? You cow."

"AMBROSE!!!" my mother exclaims.

"She started it mom" I respond.

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