"Lulu, get your ass out of bed!" my older brother, Chase yelled out from downstairs. I groan and roll off my bed, hitting the ground. I recently moved to Seattle with Chase. It was a lot better then Germany. I stand up, walking over to my closet, and picking out some clothes. I had picked out a simple pink pastel dress, white tights, and my black Mary Janes. I brushed out my soft blonde hair, stuck a pink bow in it, and sprayed some Vanilla perfume. As I was running down the stairs I had tripped. I squeal as soon as Chase catches me.
"Don't be tripping at school." He says. I nod softly as my response. Chase formed a small smile.
"Don't forget your backpack." he said.
"Oh yeah!" I say, giggling as I run upstairs to my room, grabbing my backpack. I run back downstairs, waving to Chase as I run out the house and to school. As soon as I walk through the doors of Heather Crist school, I get weird looks. Yeah I was new, but so what? I look down shyly as I made my way to my locker. The bell rang as everyone ran into their classes.
"No!" I say. I was lately. My first day and I was late. I groan as I open up my locker, seeing a boy around the wake age as me.
"You need help, love?" He asked me.
