Adopted by Gabby

The Morning

*buzz* *buzz*
I woke up to my phone vibrating my side table. Who is calling me at 3:30 in the morning?
Of course... My best friend, Nate Andrews.

"Hey Nate, what's up?" I mumble in my morning voice.

"I'm having some trouble, with a boy..." He sounds so frantic.

"What's happened? Are you alright? How much coffee have you drank?"

"It's Jamie Devenport, the lad I've been messaging. He wants to meet for a drink" He splurges.

"Nate, are you for real? You woke me at half three in the morning... for that?"

"Oh... I forgot about the time. Sorry, I guess I'll see you bright and early at school," he sounded different, "Bye!"

"See ya later Nate."

I turned my lamp back off and rolled over, back to the comfy position I was in before the call.

****** 7 AM ******

"Daisy, hunny... breakfast is going to be ready in 20 minutes. So get ready and be down for then," called my mum from the kitchen, "come on darling."

"Yeah... I'm coming..." I moan as I get out of bed and go and turn on my shower. As I slip out of my pyjamas and head into the welcoming warmth coming from the shower I begin to think about the call again from last night, and have a giggle to myself. I mean it's funny becasue Nate is your typical fangirl when it comes to boys. He has had his eye set on Jamie though. I am so happy that they have been talking.

"DAISY! HURRY UP!!" yells my dad who seems to be growing impatient. I wash my hair and then my body and get out the shower. I get dressed in one of my favourite outfits. Its a long sleeved shirt with black, ripped skinny jeans. I then pair it with some bold red lips and some nude eyes. I head back into my room and gather a few accessories and my school bag, oh and my shoes.

Hurriedly, I pace myself down the stairs whilst trying to put on my shoes. I manage without injury and head to the kitchen and grab a piece of perfectly done toast that is waiting for me on the kitchen counter.

"Good morning my little snail," dad jokes, "but we do need to hurry.  You can finish your toast in the car. Chop chop."

"What's the rush?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Your mother has been called into work early, a client complaining about the colour of her new dining room or something."

Before we continue I should explain a little bit about my family and I. First of I am a 15 year old high school student who lives in Sussex, England. Then you have my mum; a highly experienced and top notch interior designer who is extremely welcoming and so friendly. Last but by no means least is my dad. He is the manager of 'The Bulb' which happens to be the hottest nightclub around here. Both my parents are good, infact amazing at their jobs and I love them to pieces.

"Come on then sport," calls dad from the hallway, "lets try not to keep mum waiting."

"Coming!" I yell as I put on my last ring and grab my phone from the kitchen counter.