Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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In some ways I love the first day back at school: fresh new stationary that I haven't had the chance to lose yet; the weather is still somewhat warm; easier to get away with stuff because new teachers know nothing about me and I get to spend all day with my friends.
Overall, I'd say that I'm pretty shit at making plans and sticking to them during the holidays, so school is basically seven hours of guaranteed time with my friends.
I don't even need to ask where we're meeting up, when we're meeting up or why we're meeting up.
In other ways I hate the first day back at school: getting up early is hell.
Which is why I'm making my way downstairs for breakfast less than five minutes before we leave.
This is after being shouted to come downstairs numerous times by multiple brothers.
I think it's safe to say that Harry is stressed out.
He also hates the first day back at school.
"Good morning," I ruffle Chiara's curls with a grin on my face.
First day of going to school with my sister.
I get a grunt from her as a reply as she scrolls on her phone.
Guess she's as excited as I am.
"Noah," Harry throws the tea towel in his hand on the kitchen counter as I turn and grin at him, "when I call you down I expect you down soon after. I don't expect to have to call you down again and then have Giovanni and Lorenzo do the same."
"Sorry, Harry," I sigh.
"This is why we set alarms," he says slightly passive aggressively.
"But you know they don't work for me," I whine at his back as he walks out of the kitchen.
"That's why we set more than one," Chiara speaks up in the same tone that Harry had used.
"Shut up," I snort as I grab a bowl and some cereal, "have you had some breakfast?" I ask.
I watch as she looks back down at her phone, "I don't like eating breakfast. Makes me feel sick."
"Huh, okay," I say, not totally convinced.
Maybe I should speak to Giovanni about this.
"Excited for school?" I ask as I pour the cereal into the bowl, wincing when I accidentally overflow it.
"Ecstatic," she says whilst staring at the mess I just made of the counter.
"Noah!" Harry groans, making his way back into the kitchen, "Oh my gosh. Go to school, you little rats. Giovanni is driving you in by the way."
"Bye, Harry," we say at the same time.
"Right, Chiara, Noah will show you the office where you get your timetable and locker combination from," Giovanni says as he drives in the direction of our school, "I've given you both lunch money so buy whatever you want and don't stay behind too late."
