PLEASE READ. so, yeah. i'm getting kind of bored with this story. and i think i may delete. i have absolutely no inspiration to write any more and i've been so busy with school and dance it's hard enough to even find time. i know some you guys really like it, but i don't know what to do. i'm conflicted):
Chapter 4
“Sis I’m leaving,” was what woke me up on Monday morning followed by a loud bang from the door. I groaned and snuggled further into my pillow before I realized what Kyle was talking about.
“Crap.” I bolted out of my bed ignoring the way the cold breeze hit my bare legs and took out a pair of light washed jeans slipping them on. I didn’t bother to change my tank top and instead just tossed on a red and black flannel.
Before I left my room, I slipped on my converse and grabbed my brush, combing it through the knots in my hair as I tried running down the stairs.
“Alex!” I screamed rushing around. I glanced inside the kitchen and was thankful that Kyle made his lunch. But why didn’t he wake me up? I am so going to kill him later.
There was some cereal left in the box Kyle used this morning so I stuffed my hand in and grabbed a handful waiting for Alex to come down the stairs.
“Alex!” I shouted again even louder. After what felt like ages, I heard his little feet bounding down the stairs.
“Finally,” I grumbled grabbing his hand tugging him to the front door.
“You didn’t brush your teeth,” he told me. Groaning, I knew he wasn’t going to shut up about it. He’s a hygienist at such a young age and it bothers me.
My eyes caught on the clock. 7:30. Damn it. Already late. Sprinting up the stairs, I did what he wanted me to and came back down grabbing his hand.
We walked to Mrs. Marien so I could drop him off for her to bring him to school and started my way to school tugging my hood over my head to avoid getting drenched. A car sped passed me soaking the left side of my jeans. Glaring at the car, I realized I recognized that car from the senior parking lot. I think its Oliver’s.
“You’re late,” Kit hissed at my locker. I rolled my eyes at her behavior. It’s not like she cares. She’s probably just upset she’s going to have to get a detention too.
“Aren’t you late too?” Raising an eyebrow at her, I shut my locker after I took all my essentials for my morning classes.
This time she rolled her eyes. “Of course. I had to see if you’d be coming since you weren’t answering your phone.”
I sent her an apologetic look. “Sorry. I left it on my nightstand since I was rushing this morning.”
She just shrugged it off and we walked to first period. “Well now we can let your pants dry while we go play some volleyball,” she was referring to my damp pant leg. I nodded agreeing with her turning into the locker room.
We silently got dressed knowing we are both going to get in major trouble for being late. The gym teacher freaks out if you miss even a minute and so far we are a good fifteen.
“Ready to face our death?” Kit asked me biting on her nails which she does as a nervous habit.
“Little Kit is scared,” I teased trying not to show her that I was equally as frightened. Mr. Johnson is the scariest, biggest man you’ll ever meet in your entire life.
She shoved her shoulder against mine causing me to collide with the locker. “Hush up.”
“Ow.” I rubbed my now very sore shoulder. “When the hell did you get so strong? That hurt like a bitch.” And I wasn’t over exaggerating. It actually hurt to move my arm. I turned to glance at the locker and gasped at what I saw. “You left a dent!”
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Teen Fiction“You don’t think I’ll do it?” I asked as I smirked at her. “Obviously not,” she snorted. “You’re too,” she made a motion at me, “you.” “Watch and learn,” I winked. I strode over to where he was with his group friends and I suddenly got a gut wrench...
