Phoebe Black's Top Ten Woes (GxG)

Chapter One

The day starts, as usual, with my phone alarm going off. One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" blares from my blue iPhone 5c, making me yelp and hit my head on the bunk bed - my twin sister, Sabrina, has the top bunk. I scramble to turn the alarm off, groaning.

I'm off to quite the eventful morning already! I've got a nasty bruise on my forehead, I can just tell. I sigh loudly. I have to do my hair anyway, so my fringe should cover it. Oh, to be a teenage girl. This is just one of the things on my Top Ten Woes. Truly, there is no kindness in this world. I ought to let nature envelop me once more as I return to my original state. Dirt.

A pillow falls on me from the top bunk bed.

Sabrina you menace.

I take a pillow and throw it back up at her with equal (a bit more, really.) strength. I huff loudly, pushing off my rainbow blanket. Menace. Menace. Menace. Sabrina the Menace. I pointedly direct my brainwaves at her. She does not seem to notice, obliviously unaware, climbing down and smiling brightly at me. MENACE.

See, this is why I should've been an only child and not have a twin sister. Life would be so much easier. I give her the Stink Eye. It wasn't very effective.

I spend the next half-hour doing my hair very meticulously to hide The Shame. I hiss at Sabrina as she tries to take a chocolate granola bar from my stash. I need those to survive the day. The school lunch is nasty.

I flip my pastel pink hair behind me, satisfied with my efforts at looking presentable and, dare I say it, normal. Usual, even. I'm so good at this, you know. I grab my iPhone and check Tumblr. Then Twitter. Then.. and tell nobody, but I tap the browser and open Quotev. My Sabrina Gomez roleplay account stares back at me. I'm fine. I tap the screen and go to my Library, reading a nice One Direction x Reader. Harry is so dreamy.

God. I'm normal.

I pull my galaxy leggings on, like a true fashionista. I'm a genius. I'm wearing a white cardigan over my plain purple t-shirt. Sabrina, wisely, says nothing about my choice of clothing because she is nice. I put on my pair of Uggs. I'm gorgeous.

"Phoebe," There is a whine to Sabrina's voice. Sabrina. Sabrina please I can't keep being the messenger. "I need you to tell Mom I'm going out for a study sesh with Katherine tonight."

What. "...Katherine?" I stare at her blankly. "Like... Devious Katherine? The one who tried to kill me in freshman year?"

Katherine Scott.

My former best friend turned attempted murderer. Not that anyone believes me. But it happened! It did. It really did. I don't want to talk about it...

(In reality, all Katherine Scott did was spread rumors about me. But that's the same thing. We were babies and I was so hurt by it all. So. Basically attempted murder.)

Sabrina scoffs, laughing as she turns away. "Yes, with Devious Katherine. Who definitely tried to kill you. She's changed, you know. That juvenile detention center saved her."

I roll my eyes obnoxiously, shaking my head. I grab a handful from my granola bar stash, shoving them in my backpack. I'm joyous. ...Soon, we will both be thrown to the wolves. Everything is agonizing sometimes.

High school.. See, it's been in session for months but it still hasn't clicked in my head that ohhhh. I'm a senior. We're seniors. And we're old. And. Augh. I toy with my hair, curling pink strands around my finger nervously. I must stay calm and carry on.

The clock ticks loudly, or maybe I'm just losing it.

I'm dressed, my hair is done, the granola in my backpack.. Ok. I must survive. I must thrive. I put on a smile and we both go to the kitchen.

Our mom is standing over the stove, gaze blank as she stares into the pan. She's making pancakes. Sabrina looks at me and I look at her. We slowly step out and wait in the living room. I scroll through Quotev, liking my friend's activity posts. Mom calls us back into the kitchen and we eat.

One moment we're eating, the next I'm sitting in third hour before lunch. Everything is blurring together and I'm looming over my notebook and taking notes. Taking so many notes.

The bell rings. I clean up, shoving my notes in my backpack. The second I step out to get to the cafeteria, I'm bumped into.

Tara Hunt stares at me, her eye twitching.

I stare back at her and the world halts.

Then I'm bumped into again, and I take the opportunity to scamper off, saying sorry, sorry, sorry-

The cafeteria is loud. I slump over to the cornermost table, take my bag out, and eat a granola bar. Yummy! Abbey Warren will probably stumble over here soon enough, talking softly to me about all these irritating boys in her class. I will always support Abbey and her right to stew meanly over boys. I also do this.

Instead, a tray slams down in front of me and I flinch. "Um???" I look up, blinking once, blinking twice. What. WHY IS THE ENTIRE CHEERLEADING TEAM SITTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TABLE?? They've never sat here before??

Tara Hunt smiles at me and I?? I need to explode?? And??? What?? Abbey save me. Abbey. Please. Please show up and hiss at them please anything.

Oh. Oh thank god.

Abbey Warren is silent as she makes to sit beside me. She is glaring actual daggers at Tara Hunt. "What are you doing here."