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Before: Jordan's P.O.V

The sun poured into my room through the bay window, at the far right of my bedroom. I sat up as soon as my alarm clock started blaring with it's annoying cries. I reached over to turn it off, just to knock it into the floor. "What the hell!" I screamed. I swiftly grabbed the alarm clock off the ground and set it back down on the nightstand. With the click of a button, silence settled around me.  I ran my fingers through my long, red hair and rubbed my eyes. Today was the first day of senior year. The first day of the last year in the hell-hole they call school. I pulled my hair-tie off my wrist and threw my hair into a messy bun. I bounded down the stairs in my pajamas; which consisted of a baggy white tee and yoga pants. My mom was standing at the stove, cooking breakfast. The scent of bacon, waffles, eggs, toast, and a hint of coffee all hit my nose at once. "Good morning life-giver," I said nonchalantly with a smile plastered on my face. My mother rolled her beautiful, green eyes.  "Good morning my little mistake," she said jokingly. I started to laugh. I wasn't actually a mistake, my mom just liked to mess with me. She began dumping all of the food on to my plate then stuck a fork into the mass of breakfast. "Bon Appétit," she said. I grabbed the plate and slid into the chair at the far left of the bar. The seat closest to the window. I stared out the window for what seemed like ten seconds but turned out to be two minutes. I loved the view from this window. Chicago never looked better.  You had your tall buildings and your people shuffling along the sidewalks while the people in cars laid on their horns. From up here, you couldn't hear the people yelling and the horns blaring. Just hundreds of people trying to get to work. It was peaceful from up here in the penthouse. I started eating my food as my brother Codie and my sister Dakota walked in. "Where's Maisee and Maison?" my mother asked them.  Codie mumbled and shot back up the stairs. Dakota slumped down in the seat next to me. She was two years older than me but complained like a two year old.  "Mom, it's been a whole year since we moved to Chicago and you'd told me I would love it here! News flash: I hate it just as much as I did the day we arrived," Dakota cried.  I don't see how anyone could hate it here.  It was so amazing.  But like I said before, all she knew how to do was whine and complain.  "Dakota, dear, you're going to have to suck it up. We aren't moving back to Denver." Yeah, I missed Denver because all my friends were there including Chad. Chad was my amazing boyfriend of three years. It was very hard to tell him that I would be moving to Chicago. Since we graduate this year, he is moving to Chicago and going to college here to be with me. Codie walked down stairs with the twins behind him. Maisee and Maison were the troublemakers of the household. At about 4'2" and eight years old, all they did was make messes and make people want to pull their hair out. Maison jumped on Codie's back and kicked his sides. "Get on little horsey! Yee-haw!" Maison screamed. Codie put him down and said, "Maison, I'm fifteen now. I don't play childish games."  Codie turned fifteen last week and he couldn't seem to get over himself. "Hey Codie, you're not a man yet," I said, holding back laughter. He just rolled his eyes and threw himself into the chair next to Maisee. "You aren't a woman yet Jordan. You're only seventeen." He spat back. "I'll always be closer to becoming a woman than you'd ever be, I'd hope." Everyone laughed and started to chow down on their food. Life couldn't get better than this.