Shake Me

One

A b i g a i l

I woke up to the faint sound of One Direction playing from the room next door and I groaned. There was only one explanation for my sister being awake before 10:30.

The first day of school.

For me, it's my first day of junior year, but it's my sister's first day of senior year. Imagine how much she have been rubbing it in my face.

She had brunette hair that she cut to her shoulders two years ago. Both her and I have natrually curly hair but she adds a little too much heat to make her's straight everyday.

We both inherited our mother's medium skin tone that matched our facial features well. My sister was tall, though. 5'9 to be exact. That's why she was the only popular girl who never wore heels.

It was also my step-brother's first day of being a high schooler.

He was a scrawny little thing wiith freckles all over. He had hair the color of corn starch and was about my height. Which wasn't that tall.

Then, it was me. Brunette, wavy hair with chestnut brown highlights. Medium skin tone with pink lips. 5'4 and pretty average weight. I had an okay body, but it wasn't my sister's.

I sighed as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and yawned as the soles of my feet touched the carpet.

I stood up completely and stretched. I was definitely not ready for what this day have to offer. One, I'm not ready for all the hugs and 'I missed you' and hearing all of the crazy, adventurous things people did this summer.

I don't get to do anything at all. My step father keeps me in a bubble and loves to hide me out from the rest of the world.

He's the one that actually let us live in this house and for my mother's sake, I listen to him. If I had a different option, though, I would take it over what I had to endure for 7 years.

I stood up and headed into the bathroom I shared with my sister. It's obvious she woke up extra early for no reason. I mean, she hates school just as much as I do. She's only getting dolled up because it's the very first day.

Now for me, it doesn't really matter how I look today because tomorrow, I'll just look like normal, crappy me. So, why the hell would I trick people into thinking I actually look pretty?

I turned the shower on and as I waited for it to become hot, I stripped down and jumped in.

...I really didn't want to go. 

Like, I have a sudden urge to just run away as soon as my sister parks. I don't want to go a whole year of being Goody Two Shoes Abby again. I wanna be somebody that people will remember.

I want to be the one throwing legendary parties, and the one who can be friendly to everyone.

I silently laughed at the thought of me being bad. Yeah right.

After washing up, I stepped out and wrapped my pink towel around my body before walking into my room.

I already had my outfit planned out. A white camisole, a black cardigan, and a navy blue skater skirt. I got dressed, and slipped on my flats.

After that I just blow dried my hair and made it into a messy bun. I applied little eyeliner and mascara before grabbing my bag and heading downstairs.

My sister was begging my mom for something and my step brother, Luke, was pigging out on breakfast. The whole scene itself made me loose my appetite.

"Alanna, you ready yet?" I said impatiently. She stopped whining and turned to me.

"Can't you see i'm talking?" She said snottily and I rolled my eyes. She was too hung over the first day of school.