What A Geek

So Unfair! - 01

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                                                   Chapter One

   Wanna know what the worst part about waking up early on a Monday morning is? Waking up to your twin siblings yelling each other's ears off about who gets the last little bit of milk from the carton. Like can you please shut up I still have an hour left to sleep? But, then you realize since you're already up you can't fall back asleep. Jeez, they're like the demons of the morning.

   I understand they also have to wake up, but can you at least keep it down while the rest of us sleep? By the rest of us, I just mean myself. My parents are always out of town, business trips here, business trips there, blah, blah, blah, you get the gist.

   Being the annoyed older sister that I am, I get up and walk to
my drawers pulling out an air horn. Yes, I keep air horns in my drawer, sue me. I slowly creep downstairs as the two are still nagging about the milk. I don't think I've ever heard anyone have such a serious argument about milk. 1...2...3... "holy fuck!" "Jesus Christ!" they both yell, Haden dropping the milk.

   "I can't breath! You should've seen your faces!! It was priceless oh.my.god!" I am currently in tears from laughing so hard, it's not on a regular basis where you get to scare the twins.

   "What in the actual fuck is wrong with you harmony?" "Yeah, you scared the shit out of us." They say, agreeing with each other. "That's what you idiots get for waking me up so early, over milk! That's pathetic, like who the hell even fights, over the mother fucking milk." I yell, maybe over exaggerating. "Anyways," I smile "I'm going to go get ready now, bye." I say, dropping the air horn on the counter and skipping up the stairs.

   "You made me drop the milk you bitch!" I hear Haden yell in the distance, I laugh to myself. The feeling I get when I ruin my siblings breakfast is fascinating in so many ways possible. It's like winning a medal except this is much better seeing how medals don't really say much.

   It's not like, "Oh damn congrats on winning that medal buddy, you're the smartest person in the world. Marry me we'll be famous together baby." Ha I wish, it's more like "congrats on the medal..... Geek, aren't you supposed to be working on that history project that's due in two weeks. Oh and hey, do you mind tutoring me, and by tutor, I mean just do all the work for me and give me the finished product. It better be good loser."

   It's like people have no respect for the smarts, like honestly just because we're smart and wear glasses doesn't mean we can't all be bad bitches. News flash kiddos, you don't know what's on the inside just because you've seen the outside. Life's full of surprises.

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   Being the new kid is honestly terrifying, but I've grown quite used to it seeing how we move on a regular basis. It's like we're vampires, we move faster than normal. Sometimes I wish my parents weren't so into their jobs, so that way we could at least get the chance to make friends. We're always moving at random times throughout the year, it's hard to make friends that we can trust and actually keep.

   I slip on a grey Harvard sweatshirt —even though I've never really been to Harvard— with some denim jeans that fold at the bottom of the pants. Than I put my Ugg Australia boots on. I tie my hair into a messy bun followed by putting on my wide glasses. Yes, they are prescription—only for reading— I wear them all the time because I look better in glasses.