Cassidy Giselle King
A groan rippled from my chest as hands clutched my shoulders and rather violently shook my body. Lazily reaching back, I attempted to swat away the hands, but, unfortunately, I only managed to hit air. "Go away," I hissed, gripping tightly at the sheets that kept my body shielded from the cold air that tickled at any exposed skin. The person ignored my demand and continued to shake me, gradually diminishing any chances I had of falling back asleep. "Leave me alone."
"Come on, Cassy, the boys are here. I just saw their car pull up in the drive way. It's about time you met them." My father's voice spoke up. Scowling into my pillow, I rolled my head so that I could peek at him through the very corner of my eye. He -obviously- had taken a shower and tidied up quite a bit. He did his hair nicely, although a few hairs were still out of place, and the buttons on his shirt were made rather messily.
Geez, he needs to calm down. He's so set on making the best impression he can on those boys that he is probably going to have an anxiety attack. And that, would not be good.
Huffing softly, I tightly closed my eyes for one last peaceful moment. "Fine, fine. Get out, I need to get ready." I muttered lowly, beginning to push myself up. The only reason I was even considering getting up this early -9:30 am- on a Saturday in the middle of summer, was because my dad needed me to. I can't let him down now, when it really seems to matter most to him. Plus, he probably wouldn't have left me alone. So, either way, it's a lose-lose situation.
"Thank you, Cassy! Be down as quickly as possible, I bet they are very eager to meet you." He grinned, then practically skipped out of my room in his messily made suit and nice dress shoes. Chuckling softly, I gave my head a shake. He over does it sometimes, but I love his crazy ass nonetheless.
One last yawn broke from my lips as I stood up and trudged into my bathroom. Goosebumps rose up on my partially exposed arms and legs as my feet came in contact with the cold tiles. It's times like this when I wish I had slippers, or maybe heated floors. Heated floors would be so cool... But that's off topic. I need to prepare myself to meet those boys, and as quickly as possible. My dad may just have a panic attack if I'm not down in less than ten minutes.
Lifting my head, I looked in the mirror, then cringed at the sight before me.
My hair -which I had put into a ponytail the night before- had come loose, and was unreasonably messy, some strands sticking in the zit cream I had also applied to my not so attractive face. Speaking of my not so attractive face, it looked worse than usual. There were noticeable bags laying beneath my eyes and my lips looked pale, almost blending in with my skin. Any zits looked more prominent than usual, and my teeth didn't look as white as they did the evening before.
So, to sum it all up; I looked like horse shit. Nothing new there.
I have a lot of work to do, so if you'll excuse me for one moment...
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That, took more effort than I had expected.
But hey, at least I looked more presentable than I had a few minutes ago. Sighing, I gave a shrug then turned on my heels and trotted out of my bathroom. Now, for clothes. I'm too lazy to bother putting on something nice-nice or anything, so, I guess something comfy and cute will due. After digging through my disorganized closet for quite some while, I managed to pick out a pair of jean shorts and a flow-y, tan colored tank top -of course I put a bra on too, but you get my point.
Taking on last look in the mirror, I grinned in satisfaction and gave an approving nod, before making my way out of my bedroom and down the stairwell to greet my new 'brothers'. Gosh, it's going to be hard for me to adjust to have siblings. Nonetheless have four damn brothers. Four. Teenaged boys. Four teenaged boys. Living in my house. I don't want to even imagine all the things I am going to see. Chills ran down my spine at that mere thought. No, no, collect yourself Cassidy, you are going to meet them, and are not going to immediately judge the shit out of them.
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