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1. a new school

I republished this book just now because I will be doing major editing.

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Chapter 1: A New School

"Destiny! How long do you have to use the restroom it's been like a trillion hours already? I didn't know it took so long for girls to take dumps, maybe that's why girls never come back when we're on a date." My brother, Timothy, said as he knocked impatiently while I did my makeup.

"Use the restroom downstairs. It's not like anything happened down there." I've been trying to get him off my sleeve for the past thirty minutes but he's too confident to take over this restroom since this was the closest to both of our rooms - which meant constant wars and fights in the morning, depending on the time we ate and woke up. I usually ended up winning since I don't throw the alarm to the ground each morning and procrastinate for a while in bed. For me, I wake up early since it's a normal habit for me.

He could be so annoying sometimes but I have to live with it. "Open the door right now, my pants are going to explode and I can't go to school with exploded pants!"

I sighed and stopped to get some concealer from my bag before speaking. "You have a whole walk in closet of pants, find some, put them on, and tada no more pee."

"You know how much I have to search through? I have a huge pile that could might as well be a wall of shirts. I am not going to go through that whole mess." Tim complained, and continued to whine but I wasn't giving up just now. I woke up thirty minutes earlier than him for just this bathroom.

"I'm busy doing something in here," I say, grabbing my phone and looked through my Instagram feed, the whole thing filled up with celebrity boys and girls since I have no friends to follow and check on.

I quickly added, while typing to comment on a photo, "We have three bathrooms in this house. Why not use the others?"

"Yeah, like makeup! Anyways, dad used the one downstairs like a few minutes ago before he left for his business trip. He's two times worse than mom! You must understand me, Des. This is worse than the world wars." He complained and I immediately cringed at dad, nodding as I understood this.

He was my older brother. The one that's really immature but acts like he isn't.

I sighed and threw my makeup into my bag carelessly, zipping up the bag after. My hand gripped the door knob before pulling it open only to have Tim zoom in.

"Well.... Go away, it's going to be an explosion since I've been waiting and I can't have you looking at my pe-" I shut the door before having to hear the disastrous word and headed to my room, the door left open.

My mind wondered what would happen to school today. I had just moved to England a few days ago, and I've already put my things where they were supposed to be, unlike Tim who just threw his clothes and things all over the place without a single care.

What will it be like?

I grab the clothes that were laid out on the bed and slipped them on. The grey sweatshirt was easy to slip on, however the skinny jeans were a bit hard since I wasn't exactly the type to be called "skinny".

After changing and making sure I had my bag, I ran down the stairs at a steady pace, heading to the kitchen first. I grab a bowl and a milk bottle from the counter since Tim was already down eating. I spilt cheerios and poured into the bowl, and got a spoon.