Teapots and brothers and creepers, oh my

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Chapter two - Dani

                I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, take me off the freaking stove so I can cool off.

                I woke up to the sound of my excruciatingly loud alarm clock, and I unplugged it and threw it at my wall. So I got up and picked it up and put it back on my dresser. I decided that I needed some hot coco before I started my day, so I went into the kitchen and grabbed the little teapot, filled it with water and put it on the stove on the high setting. I went back into my room to find what I would wear for school. I figured I needed something carefree and sloppy, I like to use the term “crap day” whenever I dress like this. I grabbed my cheap little converse and some unmatching socks, along with my favorite jeans, and my “I was certified at The Dive Shop” tee shirt. Yeah you heard me, I’m a certified diver. I walked into my mom’s bathroom and put my four foot long hair in a huge messy bun, and my mascara and eyeliner on. I am a hot babe! Ha-ha just kidding! I thought to myself.

                I walked into the kitchen to see my teapot over boiling and a piece of sheet metal jammed into the little whistle thingy. That was the obvious artwork of my evil twin brother, Daniel. He was always ruining my day, even when I was born he ruined my day by being born along with me. He was in all the same classes as me, and he always called my Daniella, not Dane, like I like to be called. I opened up the teapot and steam pour out of the top, but I didn’t burn it or anything. So I poured it into my orange mug and mixed in some hot coco mix. I put the cup up to my lips and didn’t even get a drop of hot chocolate on my lips before my evil adolescent twin brother came into the kitchen in his boxers, socks, and seriously messy hair, totally ruining my moment.

                “Are you savoring your delicious hot coco?” he said, tempting me to pop him in the mouth.

                “No I haven’t had any yet, thanks to you.”

                “Oh, I’m sorry, did I ruin your day?” now I just wanted to tackle him and give him a black eye.

                “So far, yes, yes you are. And I don’t appreciate your presence in my three mile radius bubble.”

                He sat on the kitchen counter and took a huge bite out of a huge, juicy red apple. I sat down next to him and drank my hot coco. We both sat for a moment, quietly enduring the moment together. And then we started cracking up laughing. This was no regular thing for us, we show our affection to each other by being total jerks.

                “We should get going, Daniella, Otherwise our bus is going to leave without us.”

                “Yeah, I know, let's go,” I said with a faint smile. We walked out the door and down the street, while I was reading my favorite book as I walked. I had read it three times already, this was my fourth. It was a really not so well-known book. It was called The Misadventures of Miss Jordan Scott. It’s a great book, really it is. Finally after, oh wait, only two minutes of waiting, the bus arrived and I stepped onto it saying good morning to the creepily eerie bus driver. He was really old with no hair at all, and he never smiled except at me and my best friend Ash, who always calls me Dani. I sat down in the seat that I always sat down in, and continued reading my book. The kid in the seat kind of diagonally from me, stared at me excessively.

                “Dude, you’re a freaking creeper, stop staring at me,” I told him, his eyes just flickered a little bit, but he kept staring at me. I waited for the bus driver to look at the road and I went to the creeper dude’s seat and put my hand on the top of his head and swiveled his head so that he looked at the window. I sat back down before the bus driver noticed me and continued reading my book.

Kay so how did you like this chapter? I don’t really like it, but it’s an introduction to Dane, or Dani, as Ash likes to call her please comment, vote and fan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CKR

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