"Megan, you need to get up!"
The loud knocking is hindering my effort of drifting back to sleep. I burrow deeper into the covers, eyes still clamped shut. My body rolls to the left, toes coming into contact with the end of my bed. I'm halfway down the mattress and comfortable.
"Megan!"
I was to comfortable to get up.
"Five more minutes, mum," I groan. I pull at my duvet and pretty soon I've lost the tug of war. My mom stands with my bedding clutched to her chest, holding it as I fail at reclaiming it.
My eyes are just about adjusting before she rips open the thin curtains that cover the window over my cluttered desk. I squint my eyes, attempting to curl into a ball.
"Megan get up now! If you don't get up now, you're going to be late."
My mothers eyebrows are raised expectantly as she stands over me and taps an impatient foot.
"What time is it?" I mumble.
My throat is dry and I should probably turn the heating down at night, but I love feeling bundled up when it's really cold.
"It's quarter to eight."
My eyes droop closed for a split second before the information settles and my body stiffens.
"Ugh!" I whine. My mother leaving the room for me to get dressed.
I didn't want to go to school at all but unfortunately I have no choice. I only had about two more years till I get out of high school. I honestly couldn't wait.
I suddenly unfurl from my very
comfortable position and nearly face plant tripping over a shoe in my room.
I kick the shoe aside carelessly and collect items to use in the bathroom; toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, hairband.
It appears as though the kitchen is occupied. Even the aroma of eggs and toast is enough to have my stomach grumble in complaint. But I don't have time to eat.
I can't feel my chances of attending school on time, slipping away as the bathroom door slams to my face.
"Nooo!"
I could almost sink to the floor in defeat. "Sean, get out of the bathroom, I'm going to be late!" I pound on the door.
I know it's him because he always takes so long using the bathroom. He's 13, who can he possibly be trying to impress?
"Maybe you should have gotten up earlier?" he suggests over the noise of the shower.
I want to strangle him.
"Shut up and get the fuck out now!" I yell at him banging my fists onto the bathroom door.
"Language Megan!" My mother yells from downstairs.
"Mom!" I whine. I'm already 4 minutes late to school now and he still doesn't come out of the bathroom.
"Come on, Sean." I whine.
"Come on," My mom gestures. I didn't realize she had come upstairs.
"Open," She instructs.
Sean finally opens the door. He is wearing baggy ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt. He his hair up in a quiff, and as he came out I gagged inhaling all the cologne he had sprayed on himself.
"Hey," He pouts.
I didn't have any time to take a shower so I quickly brushed my teeth and fixed the nest on my head. I had it up in a messy bun not caring if some of my baby hair was sticking out.
My armpits are given a layer of deodorant. I decided to wear an over sized sweater and sweats. I actually looked pretty decent. Once my arms are through the sleeves, I grab my long board and start to ride to school.
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Fanfictie"The things we will do for temptation. We win some and lose some. But at the end of the day, the only important thing you lose is the one you were trying to hold back from all these desires. And that one thing was you Megan."
