Hardly. Falling, That Is.

two

    As it turns out, I slept completely through the rest of the period, likely because of my constant and incessant need to have a Karate Kid marathon each night. But then again, my baby brother doesn't help much in the sleep department. Maybe it was just karma directed at my parents, or more of some sort of repetition of events that I got tangled into. Thirty-two months ago, they lost sleep, now, they've lost sleep for two years of his chocolate-loving existence. Who could blame him, though, if I ate as much chocolate as he did, I'd have trouble sleeping, too (and probably a few cavities here and there); but come to think of it, he really shouldn't eat that much candy at two. Judging off of the current results, it was probably my jackass step-father's idea to 'prevent' the dreaded terrible two's.
   
     "Honestly, 'Thene, you've got to fucking get up. It's not like this is my sixth time trying to get you up or like we're going to be late for next period or anything." I rolled my eyes at Cyan, hoping she could feel my attitude through my closed eyelids. She tugged at a lock of my hair, eliciting a long, drawn out, and groggy groan from the depths of my very soul. You've got to be kidding me. Being late for math is not motivation for me. Math is aLL THE REASON TO STAY HERE, SLEEPING.
   
  "Leave me here, Cy, I don't want to go to calc. Go on without me. Neeear, farrrr, wherever you aarrrre, I believe that the heart will, my heart will go ooooonn." Knowing Cyan's guilty pleasure (and an unspeakable secret) of hers was Titanic, my logic was basically nonexistant except that I thought she would leave me alone because I had mentioned it. That backfired, however, when she got hostile in an estimated... eh- three tenths of a second or so.

    "I swear to God, Athene Leventis, I will rip your ears off with my fucking teeth like Mike Tyson if you do not get off your ass in two seconds." Cyan hissed so damn violently that Sylvester Stallone would have pissed his pants and ran back to his mother. Oh, did I mention that my best friend is an intimidating badass nerd? No? My best friend is an intimidating badass nerd.
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a/n
I was not kidding when I said I post incredibly short chapters. This was about 380 something words (I'm cringing), so I'm really sorry about that, but until I have time to sit down and write for a good hour or two, these will be common, or if I could figure out my password so that I could use Wattpad on my laptop instead of writing on my phONE.
Also, this chapter is a completely different writing style, so please leave a comment about which you preferred so that I can improve the story. On top of that, I do realize I'm having some past/present tense issues in this chapter and I plan on fixing the errors, again, once I find time to edit.
Thanks for reading and until the next update,
                               angela