I open my eyes and hear my alarm blaring at exactly 6:00 AM. Although on any other Monday I would probably just pull my blankets up and cover my face with my pillow, this was no ordinary Monday! I hop out of my comfy bed, and go straight into my small bathroom. I look in the mirror and decide to keep my blonde hair straight, and add 2 side braids tied at the back of my head. I am thankful that it stays that way pretty naturally. Now comes the hard part, so I head to my closet. I check all my outfits looking for the perfect one. I finally spot it close to the front, my black crop top, white short shorts with small rips, and my white sandals. The perfect outfit for my first day of freshman year! Not too young looking, and very mature.
Then, just as I finish tossing on my shirt, I hear the door slam open and see my second oldest brother, Dylan, walk in.
"Hey Kota, ready for your big first day at high school?" he says mockingly, ruffling up my hair."My baby is all grown up!" he teases, wiping a fake tear away with his finger.
"Shut up!" I reply, straightening out my hair. "And I am NOT your baby!" I say, attempting to straighten up, stand proud, and match my 5'3 height against his 6'2 one.
He chuckles meanly and then checks me over. Suddenly his eyes flash and he grabs my wrist. He begins dragging me downstairs and into the kitchen. Once we reach the bottom, he pushes me in front of him. "LOOK at what she is WEARING!" yells Dylan, ferociously. Three pairs of eyes swivel to face me and then all my brothers start talking.
"Oh no, missy, you are NOT going outside in that!" says my brother, Nick.
"He's right, you can definitely not leave the house in that... tiny piece of cotton!" my brother Talen says.
The others begin talking over one another untilI I silenced them with a laugh.
"Actually I can. I am now in high school, in case you forgot, and I can do what I want." I say, with a classic Hastings smirk. I begin walking to the car, feeling powerful.
They all turned to watch me. "Actually, it's funny you should say that," starts my oldest brother Blake. "I was just thinking you could use a little reminding." Suddenly, he shouts "GO!" and all four of my bros race over and pin me down.
"Good thing there's nothing here, cuz you have nothing to cover yourself with!" says Nick, as he begins tickling me. It was no use, I held out as long as I could, until I was literally choking on laughs.
"FINE! I surrender! You guys win!" I said, practically in tears. At least they weren't punching me.
"That's better." says Dylan. "Now go change." adds Blake with a smile. I huff a huge sigh and walk back up to my room, trying to ignore the laughter echoing behind me.
I come back down two minutes later and sprint into the car, not waiting for them to dress code me again. Soon, we were all piled in, and Blake dropped us off at school before heading to community college. When all my brothers are out of the car, Blake stops me.
"Don't you even LOOK at any of those boys, Kota. Or you will be in soooo much trouble." he says seriously.
I roll my eyes, give a fake thumbs up and sarcastic smile, and hop out.
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My family:
Me: Dakota, Age 15, Freshman at Jefferson High School, plays soccer and has 2 best friends; Reilly and Penelope. Not extremely popular but not an outcast. Very ticklish. 5'3, blonde hair, blue/green eyes
Brothers: (all beastly muscular and tall)
Blake: 21, Goes to the local college but lives at home with us, has many days off, is left in charge, practically raised me. 6'3, brown hair, blue eyes
Dylan: 18, Senior at Jefferson High School, plays soccer and football, and has all the friends he could ever need. Most popular guy in school, Prom King, etc.... 6'2, blonde hair, green eyes
Nick: 17, junior at Jefferson High School, in Drama, very popular, 6'1, Brown hair, blue eyes
Talen: 15, sophomore at Jefferson High School, most popular besides Dylan, plays soccer and baseball, 5'9 spiky blonde hair, green eyes
Parents: Stock investors that passed away when I was 11. Left Blake to lead us all and left us the house we grew up in with enough money to survive.
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A Day in My Life
Teen FictionDakota Hastings is a 16-year-old girl that is tired of her life. Her overprotective older brothers have annoyed her for years but now that she is a freshman in high school, she is ready to find the place where she shines. Trying to fit in and be hap...
