The Styles Triplets

Chapter 1- First Day of School

Edward's POV:

I wanted nothing more than to leave. To just get up and walk out the door. To say 'goodbye mum'. But that wasn't an option at the moment. We only moved here a week ago and I was already dreading the fact that I had to start school today, in a new town at a new school. No familiar faces, nothing... well except for my other brothers Harry and Marcel. They weren't just like any brothers, they were identical to me. Harry more so than Marcel. They were my triplets, if that's how you say it.

I got up out of bed and went to take a long shower. I coincidentally decided to use up all the hot water as payback for dragging me to this awful place. I hopped out once the shower turned cold and trudged back to my room. I picked out my normal clothes. It wasn't like I was trying to impress anyone anyways, so I threw on a white tee-shirt and black skinny jeans. I grabbed my favorite black beanie and headed down stairs.

McKenna's POV:

The first day of Year 10 was here at last. I couldn't wait to start school again. This year I wasn't going to be the new girl who didn't know her way around. I would still be known as Mark's little sister to all the upperclassmen, but at least the freshman wouldn't know. I stretched out on my bed before getting up. I walked to the bathroom that was in between mine and my sister's bedroom. I stripped down and hopped in the shower letting the steam relax me. After my shower I went to my closet and looked through all my clothes for the perfect back to school outfit. The first day of school was always pretty hot, so I had to take advantage before the cool crisp fall weather came around. I picked out my jean skirt and a colorful striped tank top. I added my black toms and put on my silver bracelet. I towel dried my hair and combed through it letting it fall over my shoulders. I applied a small amount of makeup before taking one last look in the mirror. I decided it was good enough.

I skipped down the stairs to be greeted by Melody. She was sitting at the table already digging into her food. I sat down and shoveled some fruit onto my plate and grabbed 2 small pancakes. I grabbed some eggs and then began eating. Shortly after, Mark joined us. Dad had already left for work and mum was now getting ready for work.

"Excited for the first day of sophomore year?" Mark asked me.

"Yeah. It's going to be awesome. What about you captain of the football (soccer) team?" I laughed. Tryouts were held a month before school started and Mark was so good that the team nominated him as captain even though he was only in Year 11. He played center forward mostly but sometimes would play center mid if one of the guys was injured.

"Oh yeah the ladies dig me" he joked.

"What about me?" Melody asked.

We both turned to her and sandwiched her in a hug. "Are you excited for the third grade?" I asked her.

"Yeah of course. And me and Sammy are in the same class again!" she said excitedly. I love Melody, but sometimes she could be a handful.

"Ready to go?" Mark asked.

"Yeah" I said grabbing my bag. "Bye Mel" I said waving.

"Bye Mac, bye Mark" Melody sang sweetly.

We headed out the door and got in Mark's car. It was only an 8 minute drive to school. I put on the radio and Justin Bieber started to play. My brother quickly turned the station until he found something he liked.

"So is it going to be the same this year Mac? Not wanting people to know you're my sister?"

"Yes Mark. No offense, but I prefer not to be the center of attention. I'll be fine" I told him.

Harry's POV:

I got down stairs and Edward and Marcel were both already eating. I grabbed a bowl and poured some lucky charms and sat down at the bar. No one spoke. Me and my brothers weren't that close. All of us had our own personalities and tried to steer clear of each other at school. Except when Marcel got bullied. I stepped in right away, but Edward took a different approach. He would beat the guys up after school where no one would see him defending his brother. He was always like that. He never really liked to fit in and he didn't really try either. I was very protective over Marcel. He never seemed to mature as fast as Edward or I, but I don't think he even cared. I think that he actually is sort of oblivious to that sort of thing, which I guess is good. But that doesn't stop the bullies.