Hot players are my type

Chapter 1

Hey, call me Mia.So today, I will be writing about my current life.Yes really right now.Just find a comfortable place for you to sit and enjoy.

"KRING KRING KRING KRING, Mia its school you geek!!"My brother screams.Oh.My.God. please don't tell me its Monday please hell no.

"Oh my goat, please don't tell me its Monday,Chris,"I said.

"In your dreams Satan's helper," my brother whisper in my ears which really wake me up just to kick his shin.He then whince for mom.Just a typical life to get started.

I get out of my lovely bed which I love more than my brother and go to the loo.As usual, I brush my teeth and bath.Then, I go take my razor to get my hairy legs done since today I'm wearing an ombre shorts to school mom my force force me to.Odd isn't it? I ask myself and as a reminder, I am not a mental patient who just get out of hospital last week.

I get out of my shower and dry myself off.I just realise my skin is peeling from the thighs down below.

"What in the world, I just freaking cut myself with a razor," I said just to get my brother's attention which I am totally will be ignored.Plan fail.Oh man, I just hate going to a new school.There will always be haters and friends.I just don't know how will I success in life if I always fail in Physics..

"Yo Miley I mean Mia get your arse out of the toilet, its already 9:05" My brother shouted from downstairs so my mom could hear whats going on.Great start in the morning.

"Yo Elmo, you should watch your language by the way I'm done using the loo"I bark at him even though he is downstairs.I mean who cares as long as you now the latest news.LOL.

I head downstairs with a sorrow face as a hint that I do not want to go to school but who in this house would care.I grab my snacks from the refrigerator and take my tribal printed bagpack to school.What a lovely day.

Almost forget, I need to wear shoes.So, I grab a pair of cute boots and wear it to school.Then I make my way to my brother's car which is a BMW i8 or should I say my browy's car .I'm so gonna tell that nickname to him so he'll go mad not.

I harshly slam the car's door to get his attention and he responds with a face that I think it looks like an ogre ready to attack you but every other girls from my old high school thinks its the best looking boy you would ever take for granted.

I ignore my brother with a don't-look-at-me-or-else-I-make-your-day-worse face.He relax himself with a chant only god knows what.I brush my curly or wavy dark brown to light brown ombre hair which is all over the place.My brother chuckles as he knows that I look like I just party last night and just head off to school without taking a bath which will never happen.

"Do you remember last week you were drunk?" my brother said and chuckles.I didn't remember but a blush creep on my neck and I can feel the warmth on my cheeks.

"Hey sissy, you look like a real juicy tomato trying burst out,"My face become reddish more than I expect.The sign I'm embarass but uhh..I have a bad memory of remembering.So I respond,

"Not at all big browy," I said with a more pressed 'b' alphabet at the "browy" word.

Ten minutes later, we arrive school and eventually stop bickering with all those nonsence word.The tension in the air is getting thick and the situation becomes silence.We get out of the car and bid goobyes to each other and I make my way to my new locker.I quickly put my things in my locker and decorate it with some pastel and "kawaii" stickers for the first day in school cause I don't have time to really decorate it today so I'll just continue if I have the time.

I head off to class because I was 30 minutes late but I don't care.I step in the class and I realise the teacher was talking about Physics.Great.The class becomes silence of my attendance and I just walk to the empty table reserved for me.The one and only me.

I put my bagpack down and I flip my hair just incase it was messy.I sit down.Then, I feel like I was being watch by some peoples.I tilt my my head and...

My baby blue eyes meet a pair of warm brown eyes.