Avery. An outsiders fanfiction DarryCurtisXOC

One

Avery Isabelle Sinclair

My alarm went off at a bright and early 6AM, lone strands of dirty blonde hair strewn about around my pillow, I noticed an unfortunate few making place in my mouth as I leaned up on my elbow to turn my shrill alarm off. I thought about how today was going to go, all the possibilities and outcomes came to mind. Then I promptly ignored all of them, because something always happens on Monday's. Usually nothing good.

I stared at my ceiling, dreading moving to get up, but with a glance at the time I sighed and threw the cozy duvet off of my body and began to get dressed. I got a square neck puff sleeve white blouse from my closet and layered it with a baby blue lace trimmed skirt.

I got a thin silver cross necklace from my jewelry box and paired it with one of my favorite silver earrings adorned with pearls. I went into my room's bathroom and brushed out my wavy blonde hair and grabbed the front of my hair besides my bangs and pulled it back into a half-up half-down hairstyle, then tied it back with a matching blue ribbon.

I grabbed my books and took them downstairs with me. I grabbed three pieces of toast and put them in the toaster oven, and began to make scrambled eggs. When they finished I divided it into three plates and went back upstairs.

Instead of taking a right in the hallway to my room, I went left, to my brothers' room. On a bunk bed, 10 year old Vincent, and 14 year old James were snoring their little heads off. I smiled at the peaceful moment in the usually stressful house. I moved to wake James up first, but stopped to admire his expressionless face.

He had blonde hair, lighter than mine, and blue eyes deep and dark as the ocean. He inherited what must be our fathers freckles, because our mother didn't have them. He had a light dusting of them on his nose and cheeks, and one lone one by his lip. I smiled at his sleeping face one more time before glancing at the drool sliding down his cheek onto his pillow. I began waking him by rustling his shoulder. "Hey, time to get up, breakfast is getting cold."

James let out an indignant groan and was blinking his bleary eyes as the rising sun peeked through his window. I leant down to the bottom bunk to look at Vinnies's sleeping form. His sky blue eyes full of innocence and energy were hidden behind his eyelids and thick lashes, on his head grew dirty blonde hair, so similar to mine.

"Wake up Vince~" I called in a singsong voice as I shook him lightly awake. Vin was a much more energetic riser than James. I guess I was kind of in the middle. Vincent got a grin on his face and basically spun out of bed and started to get dressed.

James was sitting on the edge of the top bunk, letting his legs dangle as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I told Vincy, half dressed already, that breakfast was downstairs. I was about to leave the room and go back downstairs when James finally slid the rest of the way down off the bunk and onto the floor with a small thud. "Hey, uh, is Ma here today?" James asked, kind of quietly so Vincent didn't hear. My usual polite smile dropped a bit and faded into a weary and tired expression, as it usually did when someone brought up mom.

"No. Last night she left a note by the phone that she wouldn't be back until Wednesday or later." I said, watching his face light up a bit at the fact that she'd be gone a while. I smiled back, and turned to leave. Our mother wasn't what you'd describe as 'fit for raising kids' and our dad was never in the picture. She was gone most days, sleeping around, getting high somewhere, anywhere but with her kids, being a mother.