Playing His Game

And So My Life Starts

**Winter's POV**

 Patience is a virtue, they told me. All good things will come if you wait. Patience is worth more than a bushel of brains. Our patience will achieve more than our force.

I waited, believe me I tried.

But as they also say,"You can't change who you are."

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 My name is Winter Kennedy. I am 17 years old. I live in Calafornia. Senior yearsucks big time. My best friend is Blaze Walden. These things make up who I am. If your into fairy-tale happy endings where the handsome boy saves the damsel in distress or when the good girl falls in love with the bad boy, then I suggest you go find another book because this is the total opposite. Thus, my story starts.

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 Someday I'll be living in the big ol' city,

And all your ever gonna be is mean,

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,

And all your ever gonna be is mean,

Why you gotta be so mean?

As soon as I heard that going, my arm reached out slapped around until it found its mark. Sighing contently, I stuffed my face back into my pillow and drifted off to sleep. 

Someday I'll be living in the big ol' city,

And all your ever gonna be is mean,

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,

And all your ever gonna be is mean,

Why you gotta be so -

"ARGHH!!!" I screamed as I got up and threw the alarm clock against the wall. Oh well, I have plenty more, I thought to myself as I surveyed the damage, and glanced back at my 16 or so ready-to-use clocks.

This was not a great start to my last day of summer vacation. I tried for another half an hour or so to go back to my beauty sleep, then realised it wasn't going to happen. Slowly dragging myself out of my room and downstairs, I heard my adorably sweet 11 year old sister laughing at my dad. Typical. Peeking around the stairs I saw Victoria on the floor spazing over my father who was basically half falling out the window shouting at the careless road cleaners that sprayed water all over his newly washed Mercedes Benz. 

"Damn people." he grumbled as he pulled himself back inside with a frown etched onto his face.

"Morning Daddy. You have worry lines on your forehead." I giggled as I kissed my dad on the cheek. My father grumbled something and stomped up the stairs. Rolling my eyes, I made a grab for my sister and tickled her non-stop.

"W-Wi-Winter s-s-s-stop!! Hehehe," Victoria managed to say. I grinned mischievously and wiggled my fingers when I heard a loud knock at the door. 

Glancing back at Vicky I smirked and said,"You win this time youngster." She shrieked and ran upstairs. Chuckling to myself I opened the door to find no other than my best friend. 

Blaze.

He pushed himself through my door and slopped down on MY couch and dragged his feet up on MY coffee table. I raised an eyebrow and gestured to his feet.

"What?" Blaze said a bit too innocently. 

"Feet. Off. Table. Now." I gritted my teeth.

Looking confused and in a daze he looked around, as he sensed the humor and not the anger surging through me. Finally looking up and me and locking his baby blue eyes with mine, there was a moment of silence before we both burst out into hysterical laughter. Ladies and gentlemen I give you my best friend.