Unce Upon A Bad Boy

I'm Working with the Mouse??

Chapter 1: I'm working with the Mouse?

"ELLA COOPER, YOU GET UP RIGHT NOW OR I WILL COME UP THERE AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE ALREADY DOWN HERE!," My big sister, Keegan, yelled from the kitchen.

"Already up and be down there in 2 minutes," I called back, because I for one do not like to shout in the morning, bad for the throat.

I am a one of those students who actually likes going to school and being prepared and on time. I have been up for two hours, making sure I have my school bag packed, an age appropriate outfit on unlike the bubblegum girls aka my schools ruler/mean girls, did my morning yoga and cleaned my room. I finished putting my hair up in a half up half down style and grabbed my bag and my book, I don't trust my bag to take care of it.

I walked out of my room and down the steps of my house, to the delightful kitchen. Unlike most teens I prefer having a healthy breakfast, not any of that Starbucks nosiness.

"Morning," I said to my sister, who was still in her PJ's. My parents are never home in the morning because they say they have work but I believe that they would rather face us in the evening when we are more calm. I grabbed the fruit and yogurt I prepared the night before and nice tall glass of water.

Keegan glared at me, "Of course you have everything ready, you little goody two shoes." Keegan is a senior at our school, while I was a sophomore, and though it was already the beginning of the year she was busy with colleges and had turned into someone that you would rather not see in the morning.

"Grumpy pants," I said, as my back was turned towards her looking for the lunch I also prepared the day before, I never said I was good at come backs. She rolled her eyes and started getting up, "I am going to school in 5 so you better hurry up because I will not wait for you."

Just your typical everyday sister love in the Cooper household.

I ate up quickly and rushed outside and jumped into Keegan's car right when she was about to start up the engine. She rolled her eyes, one of her favorite things to do, and spoke, "Ah, I was hoping for an Ella free car ride."

"Well to bad your stuck with me," I stated as I buckled my seat belt and began reading as she pulled out of our drive way.

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"See ya at home," and with that my sister was off to her group of crop top friends who could not live without their cellphones.

One of the perks of living in California was that our school was on the beach that every morning I walked along side with my BFF on. I hopped out of my sister's car and started towards the beach when I heard the motorcycle sound and every student on campus head spun into the direction it was coming from.

Not a motorcycle sound but the motorcycle sound. The sound that belong to our schools Bad Boy. Every school had one of them, a boy or girl that destroy property, was disrespectful to teacher, was kind of royalty around the halls and to top it all off was so gorgeous could have been mistaken to be in a boy band based on all the fangirl he had. Yep, that was Keefe Stein for you.

He toke his helmet off, revealing his dirty blonde hair that just so happens to be messed up to perfection. His statement leather jacket on, he gets off his motorcycle and heads into school with a group of giggling girlies behind him.

The moment he walks through those school doors, everything goes back to normal and I continue with my morning and start heading to the beach. The nice sea breeze hits me and I smile. I love morning, rare words for a teenager. As I am enjoying this morning, a pare of arms wraps around my shoulders and a voice I know too well shrieks, "ELLA BELLA BOO!," in my ear.

I laugh, "Good morning to you too Ally." Alice, who I prefer to call Ally, Green is my best friend, well only real friend, in the world. We have known each other since the first grade when we were the only two kids in our class who could read Harry Potter, therefore making us "Freaks" and our friendship blossoms from that very day. Alice has gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes, and no she is not dumb as stereotypes want you to believe, and is overall a naturally beauty, while my red hair and brown eyes pale in comparison.

"It is a good morning, well noted my Ella," she says, as she wraps a single arm around my shoulder, as she moves to walk along side me, while I do the same.

"Why is it a good morning today, yesterday it was because that we wouldn't be having meatloaf. What makes this morning so darn good," I ask her.

A smile appears on her lips, "This morning is so good because, drum roll please, my mother packed me lunch. So I won't have to eat the thing they call food here."

I laugh along with her as we ease an end to our walk and start heading back to school.

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As the school bell sounded for the end of the day, I walked out of the class with the rest of my classmates into the busy halls. I head towards my locker to collect the rest of my belonging when I feel my phone vibrate in my packet.

I pulled it out to see that my mom was calling...

"Hey Mum," I said, trying not to let the surprise drip into my voice. My mum never calls me or email me or text me, she always waits until I at home.

"Hey sweetie, I was wondering if you could come to my office instead of home today I have some exiting news!," she says through the phone.

My mom runs a bunch of different malls here in California, from what shops go where to what food should be offered in the food court. She practically lives in malls, she is always solving one problem in one of them.

"Um sure mom, do you want me to bring Keegan?," I ask my mum. She never invited me to go to her office... unless. "Mom, I am noting going to work at one of your stores."

"Come on sweetie, you can't just go back and forth between your room and school," My mom said over the phone, as I begin to go to where I meet Ally and we walk to get frozen yogurt.

"Don't forget the book store and fro-yo," I said. My mom has been trying to get me to work for her forever, saying that it is an important part of the teenage life. It's not that I don't love my mom, it's just I don't exactly like to spend my time give out samples or folding cloths. I like my book and bed much better than mannequins and manicures.

"See, you even see that you have no social life," I could practically see my mom waving her arms around as she said that.

"Yes and I don't want one," I replied back, walking through the double doors and out of school.

"I get it if you don't want to work in the mall but I have another option for you," My mom said, much calmer now, "I have been able to pull some strings and get you an internship at Disney Land."

I froze in my steps, "I'm working with the mouse?"

"If you want to put it that way then yes and I will take that as a yes, you'll start this weekend."

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Wow first chapter is done! If you can't tell this is my first story so it maybe awful and short but I am going to get better. What did you think, tell me. If you liked it a vote would be nice. And um I don't know what else to write in this author's note.

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