A example of perfection

Morning

I wake up to the loud screeching noise of my alarm clock right next to my ear, I reach out of my quilt and feel for my alarm clock snooze button, once I've found it I hit it and face plant my pillow hoping for an extra few minutes shut eye. After another five minutes my alarm clock belts out its buzzing again and this time I know I have to get up. I swear sometimes I think my alarm is just jealous of my relationship I have with my bed.
I wonder out my room and across the landing to shower, when I reach the shower my brother is already in the bathroom.
'' ermm, Jordan, it's my 20 minutes bathroom time! ''
You see this may sound super stupid but with mum and dad having three kids in the house and all having their own needs, they decided they would make a schedule so we all have 20 minutes of bathroom time and then when everyone's finished with their 20 minutes bathroom time you can slot in some more time for yourself and because I'm the most mature child off the house I have my bathroom time before everyone else in the morning.
Jordan replies apologises strangely and actually comes out the bathroom.
I climbed into the shower and stood there for about 10 minutes thinking about life and wondering what my first day's going to be like.
Just as I reach for my favourite soap and glory body scrub I feel my foot stamp on something pointed and my feet slip from underneath me, my little sister had left her rubber duck in the shower, why she needs a rubber duck in the shower I don't know.
I clamber out the shower and already my leg has grown with a rich tea biscuit sized bruise.
I reach my room and open my wardrobe to decide what I'm going to wear for school, I pull out my outfit and shut the wardrobe doors only to find Perry my little sister standing beside me.
'' oh Perry, you did give me a fright ''
I calmly tried to say to Perry.
Perry replies fast and confused,
'' I gave you a fright? How old are you, 80? ''
And sits down on my bed.
I take this advantage and decide to get dressed in everyone's favourite room in the house! The walk in wardrobe, the walk in wardrobe is In-between mine and Jordan's room but only mum uses it, it has a TV, a bathroom, it's full of clothes, I guess it's not really a walk in wardrobe, it's more interesting.
I slip on my grey best top and my jacket, pull up some black ripped jeans, brush my long light brown hair and shove it up in a pony tail, grab my backpack and make my way down stairs.
When I reach the kitchen I find mum and Jordan already seated, sitting opposite each other on the breakfast table. Mum slides me a bowl of cereal across the table and I pore myself some iced tea with the jug that's already there.
'' are my bambinos ready for year 11? ''
Mum embarrassingly points out to me and Jordan.
Jordan says he's 'super ready' I smile shoving cereal into my mouth and awkwardly try to blurt out, 'yeah, I guess so'.
I am not ready at all!!
I haven't revised for any of the upcoming tests, I've already forgot my chemistry results from last year and I've heard there's a ton of new students and socialising is not my thing.
Perry comes down stairs with her backpack and Cuddles her teddy in her arms.
'' Perry, you can't take cuddles to school. ''
Mum tells Perry,
'' but momma, I'm scared for year 3, and it's at a different school, what if I don't get on with anyone, what if they bully me. ''
Mum reassures Perry that she's going to be fine whilst I sit there wishing I was moving into year 3, year 3 was such a walk in the park. Perry clearly doesn't realise how easy she's got it, so I just tell her a little bit of sisterly advice.
'' Perry for starters, if you're planning on making friends and becoming popular at school you cannot take cuddles to school with you, he'll get you no where, you'll get bullied, nobody will know your name, you'll just be known as the girl who carries around that stuffed animal ''
I so kindly explain to my sister.
Perry clutches her hands together and looks at the floor whilst slowly nodding her head,
I think she got the memo.
We all hop into the car and mum drives us all to school. When it's time for me and Jordan to get out mum leans over for a kiss off us both but we both walk away and shut the door before anyone notices.
Me and Jordan walk to the steps with each other then decide to go our separate ways.
'' good luck ''
Jordan wishes me, I wish him good luck back.
Me and Jordan are weird you see, were twins, ever since we were about 6 it's like we've been able to tell each other's emotions, we know when the best time to argue with each other would be and stuff like that, and no matter how much we argue, inside we still get on really well. Mum says it's because we're twins and we have a special connection, I say it's because Jordan's going to be gay when he's older so he thinks like a girl.

I see Jordan join his friends in a corner by a tree so I carry on walking in search for my best friend Becky. Surely she can't be that hard to find, she's got shoulder length dark brown hair and she's very petite like me.
Then after about 10 minutes of looking I see her running towards me with her arms flapping in the air, Becky is one of those people who can run in public looking stupid and nobody is going to judge, all of the boys think she's hot and to be quite honest when you watch Becky running and imagine it in slow motion you could quite easily see her on bay watch running across the beach, she's so admirable.

We greet each other with a huge hug and start walking towards the benches, when were seated Becky starts to tell me all about how she met a girl in Australia who taught her all about meditation and hypnotisation. You see we've had 7 weeks off and usually me and Becky would most likely see each other every day but this summer she went to Australia to see her dad, her mum and dad have split up and she only really gets to see her dad is summer or winter holidays.
When Becky asked me what I did I just told her I did the usual, before I could tell her 'the usual' she replied with,
'' let me guess, Netflix and food. ''
She'd got it.
The bell went which meant it was time for all of year 11 to make there way to the theatre.
Once we reached the theatre we were all seated and chatting amongst our selves. Becky informed me we have a new teacher that apparently is fire, she's only seen him once, she caught a glimpse of him when she was in English apparently but we don't know what lessons he is teaching or whether he was even joining our school. He could have just been looking around.
Mr Branwell then walks in and shouts
'' quite please year 11 ''
Everyone is quite and stares at him.
He gives a little speech on what his expectations for this year are and then hands Miss Clides and Mrs posix each a handful of leaflets. They both start to hand them out so me and Becky sit there with eager to find out what classes we have next year.
I look around to see most of our year group opening their leaflets to find they're in classes with their friends.
Becky then receives her leaflet and I then receive mine, were both silent for a few seconds whilst we look at our new time tables and then we turn to look at each other and compare time tables.
We figured from comparing time tables that were in maths, drama, history and pe together,
Which is great but I would have preferred to have been in more classes with my best friend.
After another speech from more teachers we are told to go to out forms, our forms have stayed the same the for the last 5 years here so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't bother changing them now.
When I reach my form room I walk in and almost everyone stares at me.
'' ermm, can I help you? ''
I blurt out to my form.
They all just turn away and carry on with their chats.
Well that was a little strange.
I take my seat next to me friend Nicole and we start to chat. I can see my form tutor in the corner reading a news paper but he has the news paper right up to his face so we can't see him. That alright though, he's always been a bit of a dick so I didn't particularly want to see his face. I walk over to him out of pure politeness to ask if his had a good summer.
I say sir but I don't think he heard me so this time I cough the word sir a little louder and he hears, he puts down his news paper almost in slow motion,
And I knew for a fact that was not my usual form tutor, he was young and good looking and what the hell, this is not Mr Jones this is some next top model.
I quietly say hi and he looks at me for a few seconds and then turns to his laptop screen where he has a picture of all of our school photos to help him know who's who.
'' hello, you must be Lila. ''
He says in he's loudly manly voice reaching his hand out to shake mine.
'' yes I am, ''
I reply and shake his hand back.
The next thing I say couldn't have sounded more stupid if I'd tried.

''by the way, the school photo of me is like so old, I look way better than that in person, as you can probably already tell. ''
I mean come on, who says that kind of shit around new hot teachers.
He just smiled and me and I turn around to make my way back to my seat to think about what I've just done.