Everything Has Changed

Chapter Three

Ashlyn's POV:

I got out of the shower and wrapped my light blue towel around my body. I walked outside of my bathroom and into my room to see my cat Gizmo sleeping on top of my dresser. I walked over to my closet, and open it to find a gray cashmere sweater waiting for me to wear it. I pick the first dark colored jeans I see, and decide that, that's gonna be my outfit for the day.

When I have it on I go into the bathroom to put some makeup on. I don't think I'm ugly, but I don't think I'm as pretty as I could be. Like Ashleigh. She's flawless, even though we have the same faces.

I stare into the mirror for a little bit, and decide to go light. I wash my face first, and apply mascara and a little chap stick. I'm quite pleased at how I turned out, way better than I thought. I think about making this my everyday look, but I want to see how other people will react to it first.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I pick up my bag from the side of my bed, and shrug it over my shoulder. I pull open the closet door, and grab my gray toms from my shoe shelf. I'm still not used to all this, but I will be soon enough.

I walk down the stairs and pass the study, seeing my mother type away in her laptop. "Morning" She says with her eyes glued to the screen. I simply wave, and walk to the kitchen.

I set my book bag on the counter and grab a cup, as I walk over to the refrigerator. I open it to see it full. I search for my usual Donald Duck Orange Juice, but I don't see it. "Mum, where's the orange juice?" I ask grabbing the apple juice instead. "Ashleigh got the last bit of it this morning" She calls back, in a slightly annoyed tone, like someone has already asked it before.

Ashleigh knows better not to touch my orange juice.

I pour the apple juice into my cup, and screw the top back on the jug. When I lift the cup to my face, the sweet juice trickles down my throat. It's not better than the orange juice, but I'll take it.

Ashleigh walks into the kitchen with an empty glass in her hand. "Did you drink my orange juice?" I ask in a harsh tone, while she places the glass into the sink. "Yeah, I'll buy you more after school, chill" She says in an equally harsh tone. If not, harsher. "You know not to touch my orange juice" I say raising my voice a little. I'm getting so mad because we've had this tradition for 6 years. "And I said I'll replace it" She says grabbing a banana from the fruit basket. "I better see a Donald Duck OJ container when I get home from school today" I say grabbing my book bag, and walking out of the kitchen. "I will, how many bloody times do I have to say it" She says in her bratty tone she uses when she gets annoyed. Something I don't do, thank god. "Oh, and by the way, you're wearing your hair like that?" She calls out to me. I throw my book bag down, and run into the hallway bathroom.

When I get in, it's slightly puffed, and still a bit damp. I knew I was forgetting something. I run up to my room, and grab my curling iron, to go back down stairs. Even though I have a bathroom in my room.

I plug it in, and wait for it to heat up. Andrew suddenly walks in, with his pajamas still on, and his hair a bit messy.

"Get out, I have to use the bathroom." He tells me.

"Well, I have to do my hair so get lost" I shoot back. Shoving him out the door, and closing it.

When it's hot enough, I get to work. I start curling it until its to my liking, and I open the door to an angry Andrew.

"What took you so long, slow poke" He pushes past me, into the bathroom, and slams the door.

Talk about rude.

When I look at the time it's 8:10 enough time for me to walk to school.

I grab my bag, once again, and start walking towards the front door.