Monday, 5:28 am
Zoe--
"Goddamn you Zoe you're a worthless peace of shit get out!"
I shoot up in my bed, sweaty and tense, and look around. Everything was the same.
Tomorrow was the first day of school. That explains why I'm having this dream. I have it every year on the same night.
I pull the covers off my body and pull my hair into a ponytail. I was already wearing pajama shorts and a muscle tee, but the Sydney summer heat still made me sweat.
"1 hour," I mumbled to myself.
I grabbed my phone and pushed the window open, before jumping out and landing perfectly on the grass.
5 minutes later I was standing in front of the house that had been on sale for 3 years. It was my old house. The on sale sign had been taken down a week ago and moving trucks were in front of it every day since.
I checked the time.
4:45 am
How long had I been running? It didn't matter. I sprinted back towards my house desperate to get their before mum yelled to wake up at 6.
5:55 am
I scaled the side of the house, using the bricks that were sticking out for "decoration", and climbed back into my bedroom.
5:57 am
I jumped into bed and closed my eyes pulling the covers over me
6 am
"Kids wake up!" My mum yelled
A chorus of groans rang out replying her, accompanied by a muffled soft bang as my older brother, Joey, rolled out of bed and onto the floor.
I threw the covers off and walked to my closet, pulling out a Nirvana shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.
I throw the clothes I had chosen on my bed and walk into the bathroom.
After I had showered, straightened my hair and done my makeup, I pulled on my black combat boots and grabbed my backpack before heading downstairs.
I was the first one so it was nice to be greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and first day of school chocolate chip pancakes with silence.
What followed, was not welcoming.
"Incoming!" Marcus yelled, as he rushed downstairs with his backpack on, skateboard in one hand phone in the other. His chestnut hair was styled in the same messy quiff it was always in and his black glasses on a bit crooked.
I quickly walked over to the table and put my bag down.
Marcus and I were the only ones who went to school, therefore the only ones not in their pajamas at breakfast.
Marcus was followed by Tyler, his pastel green hair a mess, as he fumbled putting on his black glasses on the way down.
Tyler followed by Shane. His brown almost red hair effortlessly messy but still perfect somehow.
