I woke up at the sound of my phone alarm. I groaned before stretching my hand and switch off the phone, yes I switched it off , the easier route. I was too lazy to open my eyes to snooze the alarm.
Five minutes is all I needed; I told my mind before going back to my beauty sleep. In less than two minute, my blanket was yanked away from me, letting the cold air hit my chest. I knew who it was even without opening my eyes.
"What's wrong with you Sherry," l yelled as I curl my legs towards my stomach as an attempt to shield myself from the cold.
"Get up," she demanded.
"NO! now get out of my room you psycho," I retorted back, my eyes still closed.
"No you moron!! I am not getting out till you get off that bed," she yelled while dragging me off the bed.
I groaned, knowing her she would never leave the room unless she saw me getting in the shower so I decided to get up.
"Ugghh I hate you," I yelled while heading to my bathroom that was directly connected to my room. Each room in our house has it's own bathroom.
"We all know that's not true, after all you would never get to school on time if it weren't for me. You should be thankful," she yelled back.
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I walked out of my room with clean light blue skinny jeans and a white top on, my black and white converse on and my black backpack hanging on one of my shoulder, my black medium length hair was in a loose low ponytail.
I knocked Sherry's room. "Sherry!! You better be downstairs in a minute if you don't want to walk to school," I warned her while proceeding going downstairs to grab my breakfast.
"I am already down here you idiot," I heard her yelling from downstairs.
"Watch your language when speaking to your sister!" I heard mom scolding Sherry.
"Thanks mom, I keep telling her the same thing but does she ever listen??" I sighed dramatically. "Wow!! pancake," I hurriedly to the kitchen and grab one pancake from the plate.
Mom in a striped dress and her apron on was standing near the stove holding a spatula as she waits to flip another pancake and Sherry in her usual baggy outfits was sitting on the tall island's chair eating her last pancake.
"She is just one year older than me," Sherry pouted.
"Even if I were born two minutes before you I would still be the older one," I reasoned.
"You better start moving now if you don't want to be late," my mom told us while checking her watch.
Sherry grabbed her bag and we headed out after kissing mom on her cheek and give her our goodbyes.
Sherry and I are not blood related but we love each other like blood related sisters. Sherry and I are different in many ways, we differ opinion-wise, personality-wise and we differ in looks too. For example she is a morning person while I'm so not. She is not girly while I'm so girly. She is a blondie while I am a brunette. Both our parents are natural blondies too, that and my natural tanned skin are the only things that kept reminding me that I am adopted. Apart from that you can never tell, our parents loves us both and treats us equally. I couldn't ask for better parents and family.

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