***OLIVER POV**
There are three things I hate in life.
* The sun waking me up in the morning<
* My Alarm clock waking me up in the morning
* Waking up in the morning.There is one thing I hate more than these three things.
* Them all happening at once.
And that is precisely what was happening at this very moment. I groan and reaching a hand from under my covers I slap it around my bedside table until I am able to Smack my Alarm clock right off the table, silencing its horrible screaming. I let out a triumphant Sigh and snuggle deeper into my covers, hiding away from the world. My bedroom door opening alerts me to someone entering my personal domain.
"Oliver Wake up Hunny or you will be late for school." My mother calls to me.
"Oliver isn't here right now please leave a message after the beep." I mumble, purposely forgetting to make a beep noise. I hear my mother sighing and can mentally picture her shaking her head.
"I'll make you bacon and eggs." She bribes me. I lift the corner of my blanket and open one eye, peaking at her suspiciously. She just stands in my doorway with an innocent smile. "Get up now and I'll make that a ham bacon and cheese omelet." She says and leaves my room. I groan again and kick away my covers.
"Curse mothers with amazing bribing skills." I mutter to myself as I struggle to get out of bed. But my bed sheets decided then to be mad at me for trying to leave them and got their revenge by tangling my feet in their soft covering. I ended up rolling out of bed and landing on my back hard on the cold unforgiving floor. I glare at the ceiling then glare at my bed. Why did I have to fight with my bed every morning? didn't it know by now that I would return to it when night came? I finally manage to untangle myself and I pull myself up, heading to my dresser for semi decent clothes. I pull out a purple and grey long-sleeved shirt and a pair of kaki-colored shorts. Looking in the mirror I grimace at my unruly rats nest called my hair and grab my black wool beanie, tugging it over the hair and hiding most of it. Once satisfied I give my bed one last longing look before leaving my room. Jogging down the stairs I beeline it to my kitchen where the smells of cooking Bacon and Ham make my stomach growl and demand food. I spot my twin sister Jeremi perched on her usual barstool at the breakfast bar eating her own omelet. I sit down next to her and give her a wide toothy smile before turning it to my mother. "FOOD!" I demand. She gives me a look.
"And what do we say?" She asks raising an eyebrow. My grin widens.
"Food NOW!" I demand again, slamming my fist on the bar, wincing when I feel the pain. "OUCH!" I hiss shaking my hand trying to get the feeling back into it. Jeremi snickers and I pout at her. "That's not funny!" I whine and punch her in the shoulder wincing again. "Double ouch!"
"That's what you get for being rude to your mother and then punching things." My dad says as he enters the kitchen. I pout at him.
" I didn't punch anything! They just jumped out and attacked my fist!" I say " I'm completely innocent here!" I cross my arms over my chest. My Dad shakes his head.
"How did we produce such a sarcastic child Jennifer?" He asks going over to my mother and kissing her cheek. She just shrugs as she makes me my omelet.
"I may be sarcastic but I'm also Adorable! "I state puffing out my chest. Jeremi Snickers again and pokes my chest making me wince for the third time in under ten minutes. I rub my chest where she poked me.
"You are such a wimp." She says with a laugh. I glare at her. Why did sisters have to be so mean. She is saved from a sarcastic remark when a plate full of egg bacon and ham goodness is slid in front of me. I snatch the bottle of ketchup in front of my sister and proceed to dump half the bottle onto my omelet before tucking in and devouring it messily. Jeremi wrinkles her nose. "Mom he's eating like an animal again make him stop! "She whines. My mother leans over and playfully smacks me upside the head.
"Stop eating like a caveman before I take it away from you." She says sternly. I growl at her and put a protective plate around my food, giving her the stink eye until every last morsal is gone. I push my plate to her.
"Thanks mamma" I say and slide off the stool. I look at my sister and jerk my thumb in the direction of the front door. "Let's go Twinny, wait by the car I need to grab my phone." I say to her. She rolls her eyes but slides off her stool anyway and heads to the car. I run upstairs and flee to my room, searching everywhere for the jeans I had been wearing yesterday that still had my phone in them. Finally, I find them lurking under my bed and snatch up my phone. I check the time and squeal when I realize that me and Jeremi would be 15 minutes late for school. I fly down the stairs call a hasty goodbye to my parents, grab my backpack off the floor and my keys out of the key bowel and make a mad dash to the car. Jeremi is leaning against the passenger side scrolling through her Phone and snapping her gum waiting for me. She glares at me as I go around and unlock the car.
"You made me late for school again." She snaps sliding in and kicking her feet up. I knock her feet down and start the car.
"So sorry I deprived you of seeing your precious Linda." I say rolling my eyes and backing out of the driveway. I toss her my phone and she plus it in, scrolling through my music until she settles on a song.
"I'm sick I think I'm sick Sometimes I think I get like this; I bite my tongue; I clench my fists. Resist at first and then reverse the night knows me by name; Its shadow trained to dull the pain and All the black begins to blur; Resist at first and then immerse." Icon for Hire screams at me and I bob my head to the beat. We fall into a comfortable silence as I risk our lives by driving twenty miles over the speed limit to eliminate further lost time at High school.
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A/n
)I hope you like it . This is the first time I have written in this style before. Also this is what I do at work in my free time . Someone said it was good and that I should put it on here. So here it is tell me what you think. Also the pic to this chapter is oliver protrayed by alex saxon )
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