Chapter 1 ~ April's POV
The shine through the crack of the curtains infront of my medium sized windows are gently swaying back and fourth from the light spring breeze. Today will be a lovely sunny day. I raise from my bed and sit up. I reach over with my hand to pull open the curtains to let all the sunlight in. I get out of my bed slently and grab my brush to comb my hair while I walk outside. I breath in the fresh scent of the air and the nearby woods with it's tall trunks and wide eculptus leaves. I walk out in bare foot and grab the bucket of chook feed to feed the chokes outside next to the pigs. I quickly get back inside to have breakfast. I don't see Charlie's boots so I know she's doing her chores now. I start to eat my burnt toast with marmalaid jam and I hum because of how yummy it is. It's always nice to have a hot breakfast. I hear the clatter of Charlie's footsteps and she comes in to make her breakfast. She sits down across me and we eat in silence. I finally look up and say something.
"How did you sleep?"
"Pretty well,"
I sigh and I stand up to clean my dish and leave it in the sink not bothering to put it back in it's place. I walk down the hallway and enter the batroom and lock the door behind me so my sister, Charlie can't get in. I grab my tooth brush and stare into the hidous reflection. I have medium length brown hair and everyday I put it back into neat ponytail but bits of my fringe always falls out. My face is almost clear of acne and pimples but my eyebrows are uneven and dark brown. I always have my serious look on and it always a really serious frown. I brush my straight teeth after having braces in for two year I had them off last month and I still haven't gotten used to it. I floss and clean up the sink. I walk down to my small messy room and get changed into our ugly light blue t shirt and shorts uniform for school. It is now half past eight and I run to grab my books into my half body sized bag and run to the front door. I call out for Charlie to hurry up because I can faintly see the bright yellow bus at the start of the extremly long street where our house is and I slam the door to make Charlie be quicker. I always do it. I walk down the long dirty path and the side of the road and I see Charlie running to me and as the school bus arrives we make it in time yet again. Now I'm in for the last day of the week for school.