The one that got away - ON HOLD

Chapter 17 - Could I?

Chapter 17

Julianna’s P.O.V.

“GET UUUUUUUUUUUUP” Thomas yelled in my ear, jumping up and down on my bed in an attempt to wake me up. I peeked through my lashes, watching the annoying brat jump up and down across the bed, waving his arms up and down like he was attempting to fly. I rolled my eyes, twisting my body away from him and pulling the pillow over my head.

Unfortunately Thom didn’t take no for an answer. He just jumped up and down closer to my body, cheering and screaming at the top of his lungs, in an attempt to wake me up. Suddenly a grin spread across my face, as I glanced from under my pillow to see Thomas still clueless.

I had experience with situations like this, and I had taken out Thom many times before, on many occasions, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. A cheeky grin made its way onto my face as I positioned my legs correctly and waited for Thomas to stand in the right place.

Just seconds after, he hopped over my legs again, standing on the left side of my still half asleep body and I saw my window. With all the force I could muster up, I pulled my legs to the left across the matrass at the same time that Thomas’s feet connected with it. His feet were pulled out from under his body, and with his arms wailing around him, he came tumbling down, letting out a scared squeal. I laughed loudly, watching as his body crashing halfway onto the matrass, before it doubled over and fell of the bed. A loud thud echoed through the room as he fell down on the floor, a look of complete horror on his face. His eyes were wide open, eyes full of terror as he stared at me.

And all I could do was laugh.

Tears were streaming down my face, as my loud laughter got mixed up with weird breathing hiccups. Thomas lay motionless on the floor, as I rolled around in bed, my hand covering my mouth as I laughed my butt of.

“What in the World?” my mom exclaimed as she walked into the room. I still had a hard time catching my breath, so the only thing I did was laugh, shrugging my shoulders.

“Jules.. she.. I…floor.. I..  I don’t know” Thomas stammered. I bit my lip, but a view seconds later the chuckle I tried to hold back escaped. My mom gave me a death glare as I hid under the covers, giggling and laughing away.

“Thomas, get up. You look ridiculous. Julianna, stop laughing. This is not funny. And get the hell up. You need to be in school in half an hour” she snapped, and I laughed again.

Slowly I rolled out of bed, as Thomas dusted of his pants and walked behind my mom to go downstairs, but not before he threw me an attempt of a death glare. Laughing I entered my closet, pulling my hair up in a quick bun and flipping on the light.

Now that, was a way to start your day.

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After 5 minutes I had managed to throw together an outfit and put it on, picking up my make-up bag and walking over towards the bathroom.

My outfit was simple. Just a pair of blue jeans, a grey big tank top with low cut sides, and a grey nit vest that was short in the front and long in the back. I picked up a pair of grey ear rings and fished a grey scarf off of a hanger in the back of the closet. I always liked the fact that I could always just pick out outfits of the top of my hat. It made waking up and getting ready a hell of a lot easier. (pic on the side)

Quickly I applied my make-up and braiding away my bangs and pinning them back before making my way back into the closet. I picked up my black high boots and stuffed all the stuff I needed in a grey back, and after getting my sun glasses I walked downstairs.