𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂: 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐎𝐍𝐄: ‧₊˚𑅛𑅫‧₊˚

Welcome! Sadly, Wattpad deleted this chapter, so I am rewriting it. Please enjoy and do know that it probably won't be very similar to the original rewrite, but I am doing my best.

♫ 𝒜𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒶 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ ♫

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞:

Get up! Come on, Clove! Get. Up!!" My cousin peels the sheets off my bed.

"Go away, Marvel!" I grab the pillow from underneath my head and throw it at him. It hits him right in the face. Awesome!

"Just get up! You don't wanna be late, do you?!" He picks the pillow up off of the floor and tosses it on my bed.

"I wouldn't mind it, Honestly. I don't wanna go to school!" I groan, sitting up.

"You have to!! You can't make a bad impression on your first day!"

"Says who? I can do what I want. Which right now, is to go back to sleep. So if you could leave, that'd be great, thanks." I try to throw my head back onto my second pillow, but it gets sweeped up below me, and my head hits the mattress. "Hey!" I shout.

"Sorry! Desperate times call for desperate measures!" He holds the pillow, and when I go to grab the other one, he snatches it.

"YOU SUCK!!" I throw my head back on the mattress.

"I know. Now get up!" He starts pulling my arm.

I mumble something even I can't comprehend.

"UGGGHHH!!" I groan.

"Come onnnnn!"

"I don't wannaaaaaaaa" I can feel him pulling me off the bed, and before I know it there's a loud thud. I just lay there on the floor, trying to go back to sleep.

"UP. NOW." A new voice shouts. I sit up to find my mother in the doorframe.

"Fine," I grumble.

"Good. Thanks. Get dressed." She turns around and leaves. My mom isn't very mean. She just means business sometimes. She gets very passionate, and she worries a lot, so she wants me to get to school on time.

"I'm gonna change, Marvel. Get out!" I snatch a pillow out of his hand and smack him with it, then make my way to my feet.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Leaving now." He makes his way out, shutting the door behind him. Time to get ready. Great.

It's my sophomore year at a new school, so I don't want to look bad. I don't want to wear a dress, either.

I threw on a pair of black denim shorts and a dark red lace tank top. I add in some combat boots for extra flare. I walk to the bathroom and after brushing through my hair, I put it up in a ponytail.

I finish up getting ready, doing the usual morning stuff: deodorant, perfume, etc. Finally I finish and head down the stairs.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, the sweet smell of pancakes fills the air, making my mouth water. I step into the kitchen and there's my dad by the stove, flipping pancakes like it's just another morning. He turns and smiles when he sees me.

"Hey, Pumpkin," my dad smiles.

"Hey, dad!" I slide into the chair at the kitchen island. "Mmm, what smells good?"

"I'm making pancakes. Thought it'd be a good start for your first day." He says, flipping a pancake.

"Yum!"