The Sassmasters

Strutting Down the Street in My Pajamas

Britt's POV

"GOOD MORNING!!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"BRITT WHAT THE HECK!" My twenty-two year old brother cries in annoyance.

"WHAT?" I reply cheekily.

"IT'S-" I imagine him checking the clock. "ONLY SIX ON A SATURDAY MORNING! GET YOUR BUTT INTO YOUR BED!!"

"NOPE! I'M GONNA GET MY BUTT DOWNSTAIRS AND HAVE SOME FUN!!!" I sing.

"BRITT DON'T YOU DARE-" I was already down the stairs before he could finish. What a lovely morning. Oh, and BTW, this happens every single day. I'm used to it.

I grab myself a granola bar and skipped outside. AHH THE AIR!!! It was so clean and fresh outside. It's a good thing I didn't listen to my idiot brother...

No, don't take this the wrong way. I love my brother to pieces. We just tease each other. A LOT.

I run out from the doorstep and onto the driveway. I come up with a brilliant idea to start the weekend off. I strike a pose, and start strutting down the sidewalk like a model. Hmm, more like a crazy idiotic model. (Hey, it's still the same thing.)

I'm definitely not afraid to show off and embarrass myself. In fact, I'm a proper show-off. At Hudson High, I'm known as the sassiest person on the planet. I tease, I humiliate, I do everything that gets attention, which is something I believe I will never live without. People around me all know me well, and they are all friends to me. I don't have a BFF. Who needs one when she's got the whole school's attention? Everyone gets along with me and play along, understanding that everything I say was meant for fun and not meant to purposely hurt. So, consider me one of the popular girls, but not in the romantic way. I treat everyone equal, boys and girls. All call me a tomboy. The boys would laugh and joke along with me, but they consider me a friend, not a possible girlfriend. No boy dates a tomboy.

Like a master, I continue to dance on the street.

"NICE PAJAMAS BRITT!" Someone yells. Huh? For the first time since I went outside, I look down and take in my polka dotted pajamas with smiley faces on them. I spot Sam, a boy at my school, laughing his head off.

"Not funny Sam." I tell him off, but I was holding back the laughter myself. "I forgot I was wearing them still."

He sticks out his tongue. "Oh well, that was hilarious." He receives a slap up the head and scampers off, still chuckling.

I look around. Silence around the peaceful neighborhood. At least not everyone saw me.

Might as well make it worth it. Once again, I pose and march back to my house.

When I got inside, I find my brother Ryan sitting down eating breakfast. I probably woke him up with my screaming. He looks up when I came in, and winks.

"Had a nice stroll?" He smirks, gesturing towards my jammies. Oh.

"Shut up," I mumble, stomping into the kitchen.

Behind me, I could hear him saying, "Oh, Britt..."